This is a song about "Shoot u with my glock"

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Way obnoxious, holding that like cockpits with plated glock clips,

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Like i would kill u with my invisible clone.

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

Shoot me with a gun but you're too fucking fun, giving u a cute pout

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

My minds eyes interlaced with, some shit u aint never tasted

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit