This is a song about "Loud pistols weed"

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

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

Yea and this is something to think about

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Weed and rapping weed in jays