This is a song about "Pulling out my pistol"

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

Hand up on my pistol grip, quickly sick 'em, it is,

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/

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

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,

I might have this pistol to my face,

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

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

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Baby girl my stroke official

My pussy is a pistol