[Intro: Marilyn Manson, Bill O'Reilly & XXXTENTACION]
You can take some of your lyrics as, you know, you'll understand when I'm dead. I mean, these disturbed kids can take these lyrics and say, "You know when I'm dead, everybody's going to know me."
Well, I think that's a very valid point, and I think that, um... that's a reflection of a— not necessarily this program, but of television in general. If you die and enough people are watching, then you become a martyr, you become a hero, you become well-known. So when you have things like Columbine and you have these kids that are angry and they have something to say and no one's listening, the media sends a message that if you do something loud enough and it gets our attention, then you will be famous for it. Those kids ended up on the cover of Time Magazine, the media gave them exactly what they wanted
I'm that n***a, man

[Verse 1]
He don't want no one-on-one (Yeah)
He grab that gun, equipped with the clip, my son
What happened to a fist fight? Really with the shit
If a n***a pull up on me, might shoot a n***a dick right off, and
N***as often kissing coffins 'cause their brothers steady barking
At the system, like their bitch at the apartment, but
This Glock I trust
This motherfucking Glock I...

[Chorus]
This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
This blunt, bitch, I fucking trust
My bitch, I'on fucking trust
Might lose my mind for fucking trust
This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
This blunt, bitch, I fucking trust
My bitch, I'on fucking trust
Might lose my mind for fucking tru— (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
So why they lock my Aunty son up?
Might storm the fucking station with my motherfucking gun up
All accusations what they sum up
They locking n***as over young bitches wanting a nut bust
She popped that pussy, she was fifteen
If she can open up her legs, then she old enough to get dick, see
Because her parents want to flip, see
They flipped the script, got a n***a locked up, some bitch shit
[Chorus]
This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
My bitch, I'on fucking trust
This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
My bitch, I'on fucking trust
This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
My bitch, I'on fucking trust
This Glock, bitch, I fucking trust
My bitch, I'on fucking trust my—

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Okay, okay)
Yes, fuck X, man