This is a song about "I pull up and shoot at your mans"

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Drive to your hood and start shoot

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

I feel like i should shoot bars at the greatest

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

And pull those other four down you ain't giving up

I pull up, stick the sword in your gut

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And if i pull it i'll put it to your head then watch your brains explode

Look itcops are just as crooked as the niggas they chasin'lookin' for role models

I shoot hollows at those whose souls are hollow and keep my livin room full of brown bottles