This is a song about "Pistols"

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

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

But then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame