This is a song about "Spittin rounds"

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Government is frontin, homeland bought a billion rounds of ammo

These harsh words that i be spittin'

Look, they gon' love me for my ambition

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Bust rounds in they chest till they fall to the floor

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

I train in spittin flames,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Often found at expense of softer rounds blasted at the fodder mounds

The next day you is everybody target

That mac got a red dot with 50 rounds in it

Leavin' these rappers spittin curses

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

Eight full rounds of birthdays, a first grader

Ay yo you wonder who i are