This is a song about "Cocking on that glock"

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Way obnoxious, holding that like cockpits with plated glock clips,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Only real niggas stay on top

Cocking the rhymes, then swiftly switch to,

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Like the lil nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze.

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

Cocking the rhymes, then swiftly switch to,

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you