This is a song about "Glocks"

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

We fire glocks with dire shock when we have writer’s block,

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly