This is a song about "9mm pistol"

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

And you may have a pistol but yo i pack a pump,

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

They just need convincing like malcolm little

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Say you through will all my foul ways

I might have this pistol to my face,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol