This is a song about "40 glock"

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

These niggas take me to the glock

40 on my face, getting cash

Little light in the ass

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

You know that love is a very serious thing

Get that 40 sipping, mad trippin, straight kicking

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

It's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock

She likes the way it hits her lips

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk