This is a song about "Hold this pistol"

Hmmm where should i begin

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Hold me to the mic why im smoking on this tropical

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Till 3005, i got your back, we can do this, hold up

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

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

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

My bars will be coming at you like missiles,i'm the professional, it's official,

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

We gone let that pistol speak

Indubitably i'm too street