This is a song about "Pistol to your chin"

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Tryna put her chin to me

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Shatter the chin to the shin and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Baby i am professional

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

No body, i'm aiming straight for your chin you'll know why i will grin