This is a song about "Glock 43"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

How about our president killing innocent kids?

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

I gotta know if it's real or not

Calm the fuck down before i get the glock

Glock 9 pounds, i'll put your heart against the wall

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call