This is a song about "Pistol lagging"

I'm universes ahead of my lagging peers/

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Propel lagging rudder to flutter. carousel,

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Pistol rippin through the blocks

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Baby girl my stroke official