This is a song about "Got the glock in my pants boy"

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

For either rock in your pants the crack or best dick

My hands grabbing everything in sight, and my pants sagging,

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Kick in the pants, ass hurts, take that risk before its worse

We gotta get back to what really matters

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And i don't rely on no bitches