This is a song about "Glocks weed trap house"

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

That smack i hated that i knew it was a trap.

Alright i'm at the house.

Yo we get the dank and bounce

I beat rap, they screaming shit rihanna its a trap.

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Man this life is but a dream

Weed must be white house green see the lean

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Insufferable trap , am breaking

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given