This is a song about "Pistols"

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

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

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,

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

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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