This is a song about "Beatriz patron glock"

Amac talkin bout he gonna shoot me, hah with whos glock?

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

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

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Cause i got my fucking glock,

That means i have no block

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Smoother than patron taste, my mind is in its own place