This is a song about "Glock 41"

Welcome to hell im the warden

If a nigga didn't fake like them

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Got my niggas denying global warming

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

Amac talkin bout he gonna shoot me, hah with whos glock?

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

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

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

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

These niggas take me to the glock

Almost cried right on the spot