This is a song about "Glock to your head"

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

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

Hire to get your head tossed, but that cost,

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

I know you're pissed and that this diss is gettin straight to your head

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

And if i pull it i'll put it to your head then watch your brains explode

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

Then scoop up the wrong head to wash your skin flute

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And please never disrespect my set

Musical shots at your head,

How you feel in your head

If your man want to bet