This is a song about "Aks and glocks"

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Poppin' huge glocks, put two shots in his ass and ran,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

Real cats come out with aks not whack snippets

And the v12, that's on various trips

And 2 glocks and how you best in this industry you dont know

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

With two glocks cocked just a couple more blocks and i'll stop my monologue

I control blocks and i load glocks with shots, you ain't even know it,

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit