This is a song about "Gats straps glocks locks"

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'll throw him into a giant oven and hide the locks.

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'