This is a song about "Loud pistols"

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

In the back cranking music so damn loud

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I like my weed real loud real loud

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

I’m gonna turn this shit up loud, so loud, so loud

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

Fans cheerin loud fillin up arenas

They getting deals with thier weak buzz