This is a song about "2 pistols"

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

Now you got me hopped up on that

Cause im mean like 2 spirit

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

You packing pistols? well bitch i’m packing iraqi missiles,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Life is too much

Pin drinking sway 2 touch

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Number 2 pencil or picasos brush