This is a song about "Run up on him with a glock"

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock

Your man wale in his own damn lane

Run up on fools, till they know this name

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

She hooks up with the guy, chatting with him on facebook,

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

And then steal a hoopty,then run him over with a two speed,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat