This is a song about "Pistol packing never lacking"

I can see all the shit you're lacking,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Never seen you as lyrical

Lacking colour, null, dull skull.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Talking real grizzy,never seen a pistol nor hold one i make this real easy

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Stop pretending that yous packing nines

All the time with this glock of mines

And my songs when they reach they official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol