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

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

Got gats packed back in my backpack in my backseat,

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Walking straight in confidence, got my pimp game

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

Got so much power in my hand

Got the game on lock in my pocket

Would you capture it, or just let it slip