This is a song about "Pistol to your chin"

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

I'll pistol whip you with my lyrics and beat you to the ground.

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

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

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

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Pistol whipped to brain bits running around pavement

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

I'll bust you in your jaw and then i'll kick you in yo chin.