This is a song about "Pistols pete"

I'm went from god to a king, pete rose, philly,

It's no longer a new jack city

Thanks pete, that's a nice tweet

Cause they right down the street

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

And steelo leaks through the leaves, i keep phillies like pete rose,

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

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

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,