This is a song about "Got all my ammuntion"

Got all my ammunition

She all on my skin

Got all these mf diamonds in my chains nigga

A legend have to bow, africa

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Bad bitches all around me dont need em got my own

Yo you guys have got my ass hyper with all these cyphers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Tonic. my nigga jhon got me into black girls now all i'm speaking is ebonics.

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its