This is a song about "Glock"

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

Cause i got my fucking glock,

I get my cake; i love hip hop