This is a song about "Pistol whipping pussies"

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Whipping up win after win easier than it is to sin

Pistol rippin through the blocks

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Baby girl my stroke official

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

All these pussies i've tapped

For the one night stand

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

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

Thinking of bliss and the good days

I might have this pistol to my face,

And pussies i'm still slappin'

It ain't where i been

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Throw your hands to the sky tonight