This is a song about "Pistol"

Hand up on my pistol grip, quickly sick 'em, it is,

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Pistol whipped to brain bits running around pavement

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Pop off i'm pistol peteing, hate my team just cause we dreaming

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

But still throw a mean punch, yo "pistol pistol",

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

Ambition, pardon my ambition

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

And my songs when they reach they official