This is a song about "Pistol lagging"

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

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

And i feared that my fans say i failed

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

We gone let that pistol speak

We can't catch the beat

As i light one for ill will

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

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

Propel lagging rudder to flutter. carousel,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol