This is a song about "Pistol on deck"

Suspect on deck that's that speck to me

Cause some of you bitches funny

As i light one for ill will

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But still throw a mean punch, yo "pistol pistol",

And my songs when they reach they official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

But i keep the pistol on the waistline, so you can call me nixon

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,