This is a song about "A locket"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Do you a need a donation

Spit a poem or a diss

Pocket racked up all big faces

Your a show without a channel

As i light one for ill will

Trying to get back to this thing called love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

A boy taken for a goon

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Dreams riding him on rockets shit in his locket of rhymes from his pocket

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Influences are a dime a dozen