This is a song about "The bitches love my 45 glock"

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

I plead with em, the system ain't right

45 always tucked in the side

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Yeah that's why these bitches love me

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

I get my cake; i love hip hop

You know the type of bitches that fell in love with that glass dick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

By any means, if ya like it or not

These niggas take me to the glock