This is a song about "Pistol"

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Pistol whipped to brain bits running around pavement

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Ok just listen up a little

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

Pop off i'm pistol peteing, hate my team just cause we dreaming

I pray the lord my guns to keep

We gone let that pistol speak

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

And you may have a pistol but yo i pack a pump,