This is a song about "Glocks"

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Where my niggas pop rocks and lock glocks, know not,

And 2 glocks and how you best in this industry you dont know

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet