This is a song about "Shoot that glock nine"

Amac talkin bout he gonna shoot me, hah with whos glock?

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

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

You shoot 16,ima shoot 28 back have your ass layed flat man just read this and pray that

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

I don't want to know that, so niggas you can shoot me cold,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

Is it possible at the same moment in time

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

Cause i got my fucking glock,

O. trice always rep his block