This is a song about "Take the glock"

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Got overun by the youngster gang, but i glock till they dead/

Calm the fuck down before i get the glock

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

These niggas take me to the glock

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Robbings on the streets when the freaks creep when we sleep, glock toking fiends

It's crazy how the beat drops, crazy beat from the heat glock

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot