This is a song about "Pulling out my pistol"

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

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

My conclusion is that they pulling punches and using/

She floating round winners, now your bitch you losing

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

And my songs when they reach they official

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

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

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

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

So drunk, gun to my head pulling the trigger

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

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

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

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