This is a song about "Glock nine"

Been a star since i was back in one time

My heat concealed and its that black nine

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

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

Guess that means you can never be mine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

I find dimes like nine - five

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight