This is a song about "Hot nigga shotguns pistols"

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

It's my time, top it off with two pistols

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

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

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols