This is a song about "Glock"

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

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

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Open the door, they scream freeze, melt em--with the lead from the glock

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

These niggas take me to the glock

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine