This is a song about "Walk up to the club pull out my nine"

Ready to pull it out and bust into the crowd

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Pull out my groin! to prove a point and shit!

And i don't care if she gone, in a long skirt

I walk out of the washroom door over to the cupboard

Never lookin for a handout

Imma bout to pull out

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Yo, i walk into the party 'bout nine o' clock,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I lose my mind pull out my nine and i start capping

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Got to the suburbs pull out the ether and cloth

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Hitmen taking out people at the club