This is a song about "On the block snaps bitches money weed sorry for the weight glock poles cops"

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Your the new kid on the block

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

The snitch on the block be running for his life

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Cops frisk with the glock clips, now they stop and freeze,

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies