This is a song about "Bust with that glock"

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

Mv tells me man, "bust that", it was a dream,

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

It's a must that i bust any mic you're hand to me,

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

To be trusted with, 'cuz if we bust then and we blow the fuse,

But for that, i gotta bust my ass no more charades.

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

As long as we're cooperating with god

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

You front lines and bust rhymes with decent punchlines, i'll give you