This is a song about "Pistol gang"

That we ain't never had

Fly bitch gang we did that

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

Energized and still going

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

Pistol rippin through the blocks

Where would i be without my dogs

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

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

Me and my microphone could be one

Of the rebel gang captain

Gang banging with bloods and crips

I only got four minutes

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol