This is a song about "Pistols pete"

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

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

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

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

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

More phillies than pete rose, i'm southern but on the east coast,

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles