This is a song about "Pistol to your chin"

I might have this pistol to my face,

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

And yet you walk with your chin up and no frown

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

As i light one for ill will

Tryna put her chin to me

If you ain't about money

You wanna be 50 so bad you got shot in the jaw and your chin swelled

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

This is something different

Shatter the chin to the shin and