This is a song about "Hot nigga shotguns pistols"

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

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

Cause i'm always served hot

He say, she say, oh my god