This is a song about "Pull out"

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

You other guys think otherwise cause i don't pull the franklin's out

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

I must go like fly route

Pull me in, throw me out

Fresh out the airport

I'll pull out my fencing sword

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Summertime, no doubt, i had to pull the bike out

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

So pull out your heaters and 9 millimeters

10 deep hoodie, extra cushion in my sneakers

Pull out the middle finger,and scream fuck it!!, until i'm winner/

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her