This is a song about "Pistols pete"

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

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

Amen, they say you only live once

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

Stay wide awake i do this for pete rocks sake

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

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

You packing pistols? well bitch i’m packing iraqi missiles,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

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

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

I just raped you for pete-sakes, we all lean my way