This is a song about "Pulling out my pistol"

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Shoot slugs from my mind like a pistol

The world is so typical

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

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

For instance my bro's body was pierced with about seven pistol holes

Kicking flows, pockets about as thick as strippers on poles

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

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