This is a song about "Pistol on deck"

Eat it with my pistol.

Yea it look official

Pistol rippin through the blocks

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Ms body burned onto the sun deck,

No i'm not done talkin, pistol on my side and these biches still barkin

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Never seen you as lyrical

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Unions they always on deck

Like a church in debt

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official