This is a song about "Beatriz patron glock"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Sometimes it feels like patron is my priority

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Open the door, they scream freeze, melt em--with the lead from the glock

Cause i got my fucking glock,

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Purp and patron can seal the deal