This is a song about "Pull out game"

You're not usin' your brain

Im done asn you out the game,

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

So i, just pull out the bazooka (blah)

Pull me in, throw me out

Baby heading down a cloud

I love to pull out my gun

Miami nights, ain't another one

And all she wants is to dance

God damn pull out my racks

Pull your eyes out the back sockets

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Imma bout to pull out

Get yours; you know what this about

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

So pull out your heaters and 9 millimeters