This is a song about "Got all my ammuntion"

I got glorious rhymes, bask in all my splendor/

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Bad bitches all around me dont need em got my own

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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

It's not rape if she liked it / she got excited when i slapped her nice tits

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

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All corners of the globe got the world hanging from my

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

All i got is my phone to practice my wicked sound

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise