This is a song about "Glocks make it count"

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

Now that's six cops found on that ground

You have to make it count, remove all doubt

I try to be the guy, you think about

You make it hard living,

Lust will have you slipping

The real muscle in the message of that

Or i’m never gonna make it.

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

They make their livin off crazed addictions with stacks of cash it's too much to count, shit