This is a song about "Artillery"

I wont even have one injury, tore the others up with my artillery,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Bitterly blew the game like heavy artillery/

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Artillery weak with guns

The means of artillery spotting and photography of the opposing trenches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Cause my artillery shit will, have em stumped like a riddle

This artist be accumulating artillery to with a.r's seriously ripping through ya arteries/

Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Bring in the artillery life is nothin but a memory

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history