This is a song about "Pistol gang"

A metaphor, for the insecure

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

I don't wanna damage you

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Gang banging with bloods and crips

My team getting digits

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

My pussy is a pistol

It's all over now, take it like a man

Why are you talking about your gang

They just need convincing like malcolm little

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will