This is a song about "Got a glock in my lambo"

Only real niggas stay on top

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

Pull up in the car open the lambo mercy latch

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

One day i ran up in columbine in my trenchoat, my glock was sighin',

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Wit my kin that i came in wit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

I got a stripper's lips caught in my zipper (hey!).