This is a song about "Gats straps glocks locks"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

With gats, extra mags and clips

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

I let you know you dealing with dogs