This is a song about "Loud pistols weed"

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

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

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

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

There must be another route, way out

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

The fourth one, i like to kick around

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

Reason i stuck with the sound

I like my weed real loud real loud

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

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

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

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

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples