This is a song about "Glock in the pocket"

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

And you can see it on the bill thats in your pocket your holding

This hip-hop shit in his hip pocket and still the shit got

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

These niggas take me to the glock