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

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

Pawning my chain in the shop

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,

Echoes a voice in my ear,

I only roll with the real

Keep a gram in my pocket,

I'm on my uk shit

One day i ran up in columbine in my trenchoat, my glock was sighin',

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody