This is a song about "Money pussy weed glock"

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

It's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up