This is a song about "Pistol istanbul yesilkoy"

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Pistol whipped to brain bits running around pavement

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

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

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

Then there's me, alone, sick an sinful, about to show the world my ripple with this pistol

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Nightmare on any street

We gone let that pistol speak

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

And my songs when they reach they official