This is a song about "Loud pistols"

Fans cheerin loud fillin up arenas

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Y'all say you're holding pistols here, now i see crystal clear,

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

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

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Together all the timethought it was true love

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

But then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

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