This is a song about "Ammunition"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Rapping rapid fire with unlimited ammunition

Rapping rapid fire with unlimited ammunition

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

After i stuffed you with ammunition.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I've got infinite ammunition, a verbal expedition

Demolition to the opposition, limitless ammunition

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win