This is a song about "Loud pistols"

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Comin' back into you once i figured it out

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

My bitchez. all down to fuk.weed so loud..

Mean alot more to me, check me out

Y'all say you're holding pistols here, now i see crystal clear,

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

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