This is a song about "Glock 45"

Amac talkin bout he gonna shoot me, hah with whos glock?

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

But you hate them navel kisses

45. but it ain't enough,

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Calm the fuck down before i get the glock

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Open the door, they scream freeze, melt em--with the lead from the glock

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

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

A young teen near the fiends is strapped, a cocked glock,

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Dare piss me off, come, shoot you with this 45 glock