This is a song about "Peel smegma nut beard dap pistol joaned house roll"

Eat it with my pistol.

Baby girl my stroke official

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Snitchin words for sure my chrome wheels'll peel/

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Today i feel i'm still picking homos out my nonexistent beard,

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

Like if i was to peel back your skin like a orange peel,

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

Ok just listen up a little

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Catch you up on places i've been

Peel back their fabrication,