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

Trap our young black seeds

Got your bitch in my sheets

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

They could never understand

Got so much power in my hand

Got overun by the youngster gang, but i glock till they dead/

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

Like the shots from a glock give it everything i got,

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot