This is a song about "Squeeze that triggee"

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Like the lil nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze.

Its maybe that , that got her on me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

And of course, my car's off course

Keep that hot shit that heats the sidewalks

Cause there could never be peace

In through the throat and squeeze

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Like the lil nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze.

That reminds me of that day

What you want me to say

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

You emcees you agree or i squeeze this nine