This is a song about "Mask and the glock"

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

But life is the blame game , nothing else can mask my pain.

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

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

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

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Calm the fuck down before i get the glock

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

On tours, we straight making sure lawyer fees paid

The guy was in a masquerade mask, and she came late,