This is a song about "Glock crips"

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Hit and miss these fake crips

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

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

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

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

It's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock