This is a song about "Got all my ammunition"

I've got all the plastic ready with my favourite knife

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

My guy got all the good weed

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

But i ain’t mad, i’ll just use my words as my ammunition

I've got infinite ammunition, a verbal expedition

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