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

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

At six i was making the girlies pants drop while i was playing in the motherfuckin' sand box

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

God damn it i'm cramming a hand cannon in my pants with,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

Got the glock 19 ready for action tucked in waiting for a reaction,

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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

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