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

Like the shots from a glock give it everything i got,

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Empty you, not pockets, ima take my glock and cock it

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Walk that body, talk that body

Yeah that's why these bitches love me

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Too unorthodox for conformist flocks, 'cuz i hold the glock,

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Champ with a pencil thats the glock