This is a song about "Glocks"

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

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

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'