This is a song about "Glock on my hip"

Ima bad bitch on his hip man he call me his model

I hope we see the light before it's ruined, my ghetto gospel

Got that strap on my hip like a leg brace

But i know i see better days

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

I do it for my hip hop, constituents

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

With these macs i've got a bad habit

I'm riding around with my gun on hip

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

One day i ran up in columbine in my trenchoat, my glock was sighin',

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

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

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