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

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

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

Posing as a humanoid with soy who challenge in coy

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

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