This is a song about "Glock block stock rock chopper terrorist paris red dead fed lead"

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

But even then i'll rock the dead in hell

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Got overun by the youngster gang, but i glock till they dead/

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

I drink a red bull to get a red wing, flow tight make the dead sing

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Blue or red? neither...you're dead too

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

With a trail of dead mic's cause these wack cats get stopped like red lights.

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Fred on his flintstone, cept i make the dead rock