This is a song about "Train pistol"

Infact soul train wouldn't hire you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

They movement shit, that's a potty train

Now that's what you call a game

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

But i'm not worried

We gone let that pistol speak

With a honey in the middle

Eat it with my pistol.

But still throw a mean punch, yo "pistol pistol",

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I train in spittin flames,

I know what it takes