This is a song about "Pistol on my hip"

Hip hop is my motherfuckin' world

We left em a world that's cursed

I do it for my hip hop, constituents

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Got that strap on my hip like a leg brace

Hand up on my pistol grip, quickly sick 'em, it is,

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

I cant stop my rock when its on hip hop,