This is a song about "Hold this pistol"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I might have this pistol to my face,

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

With a little bit of passion

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

The world is so typical

If you a player in the game, this should hold you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Baby girl my stroke official

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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