This is a song about "Glocks blocks money bitches rap attack"

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Enjoys some pot.i like to bomb blocks on the road way and pop bitches when

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Workin' in the local blocks, sellin' goods n' sweets, for money for studio time//

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

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

Do it to attack and rap about the bad times, sadness

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

That's the results of you betta stay back, you can't rap heart attack.