This is a song about "Pistol whipping pussies"

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Whipping up win after win easier than it is to sin

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

This is my ambition

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

What up girl, tell me how you been

And pussies i'm still slappin'

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Whipping and cruising abusing the curve,

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Unassertive pussies cant keep work

Straight lane kiffen them

Fucking these pussies numb

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares