This is a song about "Pistol to his"

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

To drag his lying ass back to his padded cell

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Chug-chug-chug-chug off when he gets to cocking his #pistol!

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Pistol whipped to brain bits running around pavement

Pistol rippin through the blocks

Fuckin' up my gold pots

To his destination, i'm taken

On the bible you can run