This is a song about "My glock"

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Like the shots from a glock give it everything i got,

Got overun by the youngster gang, but i glock till they dead/

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Cause i got my fucking glock,

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks