This is a song about "Pull a glock"

You can't even pull off a drug bust

But got comma’s in my statement

It's all good, finna dog that

I aint scared to pull a strap

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Pull out a fifty and pay the man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Like i no longer existed mysteriously missingalthough i'm worldwide baby i ain't hard to find

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Pop a glock and pop and drop at cops and watch 'em lock to stop you,