This is a song about "Trappin dabin glocks"

Knife in my pocket to compliment the glocks..time's up bitch..stop the clocks

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Where my niggas pop rocks and lock glocks, know not,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

And i knew that i'd make it out one day!, rappin' or trappin'