This is a song about "Pistols"

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Ripples ripple, riffle signals like raised pistols,

And sitting on side are my two sex pistols,

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

Lotta' niggas rap about pistols but they dont kill shit

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Defer to pistols hidden in convertibles

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

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