This is a song about "Glock is cocked"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock

Open the door, they scream freeze, melt em--with the lead from the glock

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Your phone's cocked, but i've blocked your calls to triple o

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Carry rugers and i'll shoot ya, loaded, cocked, ready to blow,

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Cocked the pistol, checked the pin

Stand up misses i love your ambition