This is a song about "My pistol in his face"

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But i popped his face with the guage and now his death basket is in a closed casket!

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

I pulled out my mace and sprayed freddy in the face

But now my shakin' hand's in his face with a gat

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

Baby i am professional

See money talk and these days

From the words you hurled in my face

I'll suck his dick then skip to the kitchen, spit it in your nasty face

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace