This is a song about "Sex pistols"

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

But then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

Malcolm sex is the devil's minister

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Sweet, okay makes sense

And we havin' rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

All the girls wanna have sex

Heads were droppin', pistols poppin', teens coppin' metal,

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game