This is a song about "Glock to the head"

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

The gun rests in my hands, pressed up to my head,

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

With my cynical laughter, i got the blaster to his head

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

So i'm ready to bash you in the head

Niggas gonna run down, tell you put your gun down

Fucked up in the head, to hot head always wearing a frown

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,