This is a song about "Glock nine"

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

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

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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