This is a song about "Glocks out"

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Gettin' stopped by cops with glocks to rock socks,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

Or know what its about

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Grow your beard out, just weird out