This is a song about "Glock nine in my hand out on the block form get rid of about 29 grams"

Time after time, again and again

And thought that one day, he'd get rid of the pain.

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

I got her head on my cock, doing the six nine

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

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

In my hand theres a nine

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Cant get rid of you like cockroaches, my stomach's turnin'.