This is a song about "9mm pistol"

A 9mm in his backpack,

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Baby i am professional

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And my songs when they reach they official

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

To the gullible im unstoppable as is compatible, bringing in the capital

Then there's me, alone, sick an sinful, about to show the world my ripple with this pistol

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

Times in this crime land, my thug nation