This is a song about "Glock 17"

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

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

Calm the fuck down before i get the glock

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Just searching for the perfect shot

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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