This is a song about "Glock 40"

40 on my face, getting cash

Baby, you got that super bass

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

My 40 dick longer than a bitch weave

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

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