This is a song about "Pistol to your chin"

The rich didn't think to see, plastic skin slippin' from chin to feet

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

And my songs when they reach they official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Eat it with my pistol.

Baby girl my stroke official

Now that my pistol is a gloc, ill give your brain a little knock

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

They gon' love me for my ambition

Lone tear rolls down and departs the chin.

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

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