This is a song about "My glock 40"

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

Fuck a 40 i find my peace at the end of a tequila liter

But save the 40, and bring it to my place,

But i know i see better days

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

I make her cum a lot

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit