This is a song about "Glockin it"

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

Now this shit is turning to a habit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Yes we bout it bout it/

She says it, you do it

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

And i must admit

It makes me sad to see it

So go and ride it, roll it up and ignite it

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

Is what you make it, shake it

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that