This is a song about "Pulling out my pistol"

The world is so typical

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

My flow is so sick toxic i vomit, ima puppet master pulling strings with no guitar picks

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I've been pulling myself out this dump, i've been feelin' #too #weak,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

You better run before i shoot you like a missile with my rap pistol,