This is a song about "Got all my ammuntion"

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Bad bitches all around me dont need em got my own

Last of a dying breed

My guy got all the good weed

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

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Flaunting all my diamond rings, but i ain't got a thing,

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

I got money my crew and all the fans