This is a song about "I shoot with my pistol"

Pop off i'm pistol peteing, hate my team just cause we dreaming

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

They say they would shoot the pistol at anyone in my way, in my way

Baby girl my stroke official

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

I might have this pistol to my face,

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol