This is a song about "Pistol on my hip"

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

I'mma treat you like my whip

Like the words on my hip

For instance my bro's body was pierced with about seven pistol holes

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

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

But am i less holy

On hip hop and grime my g,

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will