This is a song about "Loud pistols weed"

I gotta little clout

I like my weed real loud real loud

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

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Haven't slept for days

If you don’t watch out

All these voices are so loud

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

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

You packing pistols? well bitch i’m packing iraqi missiles,

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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