This is a song about "Glocks"

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

With two glocks cocked just a couple more blocks and i'll stop my monologue

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Poppin' huge glocks, put two shots in his ass and ran,

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man