This is a song about "Loud pistols weed"

In the back cranking music so damn loud

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

Stop your stupid racism for crying out loud!

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

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

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Slow and steady wins this race

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

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

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols