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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

My fight against bitches began, and i started to attack/

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free