This is a song about "Glocks out"

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

With two glocks cocked just a couple more blocks and i'll stop my monologue

Poppin' huge glocks, put two shots in his ass and ran,

Since nino, g-money, the carter, and the duh-duh man

Were running wild tonight

Out of mind out of sight

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

With the cops in hot pursuit, who poppin' glocks, top recruits,

I control blocks and i load glocks with shots, you ain't even know it,

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see