This is a song about "Glock 22 s spray"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

We've gon so far astray

When i get that gun that shit just gonna spray

How i think about you every day

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

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

Too unorthodox for conformist flocks, 'cuz i hold the glock,

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not