This is a song about "Pulling out my pistol"

No i'm not done talkin, pistol on my side and these biches still barkin

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

I needed an action break to regain a little bit of compassion against attraction fakes

Anger violence no benevolence all gloom n guilt fuck innocence devil is pulling my reins/

Then i'm pulling out my shlong and share the cum all along

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring