This is a song about "Pistol"

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

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

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

I been had scuffles but fuck it nigga lets pistol fight

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

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

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Keep ying and the yang in balance so im bringing a pistol

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle