This is a song about "Nigas on the block with a fucking glock"

Open the door, they scream freeze, melt em--with the lead from the glock

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Cause i got my fucking glock,

You know i am not gon stop

Block the pass, we on top/

You see him as a god

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Im the new kid on the block

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//