This is a song about "Pistol"

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

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

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

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

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Bitch spit the diss and switch to pistol, niggas who are african,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint