This is a song about "Got all my ammuntion"

Ya got blood all over my front bumper.

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

Lost my nigga over nothing though

All i know is i got warts on my below

My guy got all the good weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

All of my chains got it lookin sunny

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll