This is a song about "Glocks make it count"

And men'll chase love

Just to make it famous

But my dad didnt make it

Bitch i'm the shit

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

They said id never make it

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Loves whatever you make it

Oh she’s gonna make it.

I know what you do with that

Can't seem to find a solid ground

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.