This is a song about "Pull out"

But when i pull this dick out,

I gotta little clout

Ok i hear you talkin

I love to pull out my gun

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

I pull my dick out for free tastings

For this, i thank the lord

I'll pull out my fencing sword

Pull out guns and let 'em spark

Hope all over again, we can start

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Or know what its about

Imma bout to pull out

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser