This is a song about "Got all my ammunition"

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

All i got is my pros, i don’t need no friends

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

I've got infinite ammunition, a verbal expedition

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I got money my crew and all the fans

Know it good when she go no hands

Eatin' all the rappers, got their names on my plate

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

After i stuffed you with ammunition.

Demolition to the opposition, limitless ammunition

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin