This is a song about "I m scary i got a pistol"

I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

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

Yeah m a misogynist with a rapist's dialect i need a therapist i'm too violent

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Get buried i look scary cause im a monster get buried

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

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

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

Talking real grizzy,never seen a pistol nor hold one i make this real easy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see