This is a song about "Pull i"

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Try to push back i pull back/

Pull out the bong, that i own,

So beat me to the bone

You got reason to brag

I aint scared to pull a strap

But i pull 'em up when i'm passing teachers just in case

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

I'd rather do business than pleasure

I pull out my 12. gauge i'm the prime bearer

Enemies freeze as i pull a piece

Like being garbage some type of disease

I gotta little clout

But when i pull this dick out,