This is a song about "Pistols"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

I’m here forever, these other niggas scribble in pencil

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Y'all say you're holding pistols here, now i see crystal clear,

Cant beat me when i come out with these pistols drawn

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

It's my time, top it off with two pistols