This is a song about "Pistols pete"

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

All bristle and mane with pistons engaged, and pistols with eight different

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Thanks pete, that's a nice tweet

More money that mean less sleep