This is a song about "Gripping on the glock"

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Like the lil nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze.

Gripping my balls screaming out fuck the law

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Calm the fuck down before i get the glock

Too unorthodox for conformist flocks, 'cuz i hold the glock,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock