This is a song about "Pull out"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I lose my mind pull out my nine and i start capping

So pull out your heaters and 9 millimeters

Get your ass privileges with parking meters

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

Vegetation getting thick ima pull out my machete

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum

I gotta little clout

Turn you over pull it out

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

Pull out the pesticide education supplied

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Pull out the weed, put the top back

Never lookin for a handout

Pull me in, throw me out