This is a song about "Glock to your head"

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall

Musical shots at your head,

Nobody ain't own us yet

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

'great' gave you false praise and it got to your head

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

He say, she say." oh my god

These niggas take me to the glock

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Severed at the head when im running off to pawn your necklace

Can't wait to smash your head with my 50 inches hammer

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute