This is a song about "Pistol"

But don't fall asleep

We gone let that pistol speak

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Hand up on my pistol grip, quickly sick 'em, it is,

Keep ying and the yang in balance so im bringing a pistol

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

With a honey in the middle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Pistol whipped to brain bits running around pavement

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement