This is a song about "Chromed glock"

It's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Like the shots from a glock give it everything i got,

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Got overun by the youngster gang, but i glock till they dead/

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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