This is a song about "A glock in my rari"

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Always keepin it real showin my girls how to keep a glock on your block concealed,

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

Like the shots from a glock give it everything i got,

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Pop a glock and pop and drop at cops and watch 'em lock to stop you,