This is a song about "Rap nigger gun pistol drug ass"

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

'till i rap and your ass is spaced out like captain kirk

Hand my ass a gun and i prolly couldn't even aim right

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

I'm done kiss my ass take out the trash you rap fag

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Baby i am professional

Eat it with my pistol.

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Cause in the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayneanother hustler makin' major cash

Forget it its in the past memories pass i rather not rap about guns, drugs, and ass,