This is a song about "Pistol"

Pistol rippin through the blocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

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

I said i got my ass beat

We gone let that pistol speak

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

I might have this pistol to my face,

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Eat it with my pistol.

Lady at the frank stand will

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence