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

Got your bitch in my sheets

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

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

Its slain, got hatred in my veins

And today we're still in chains

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Cause i got my fucking glock,

Tick tock, darling, tick tock