This is a song about "He got 30 shots in his glock"

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Amac talkin bout he gonna shoot me, hah with whos glock?

No reason to be around

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

He feels on top, nobody doper, now he got his own brochure

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Biggie got shot too with four shots

He's got his fucking brain ate, damn, he has fame paved,

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

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

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater