This is a song about "Loud pistols weed"

I like my weed real loud real loud

I drive that all around

Stop your stupid racism for crying out loud!

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

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

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

Music is my form of expression, play it loud, play it loud, play it loud

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,