This is a song about "Glocks make it count"

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count.

Cause everytime you come around

But my dad didnt make it

Cause we done did that

I put the nigga in his casket

Loves whatever you make it

You make it hard living,

I'm doing the same thing

How many times i got to say it for it to count?

And put another half a mil in my bank account

3 if you count my sin, because it envelops me

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count