This is a song about "Artillery"

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

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

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Artillery weak with guns

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Bitterly blew the game like heavy artillery/

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

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

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

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