This is a song about "A locket"

Carol city or was it the west

Its gonna be a a test

I'm a pro your a minor,

And there's little to be glad for

You feminine as wearing a wrist locket,

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Any thing to say a a a a a a

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Take a kitkat take a break,

What a bummer, what a drag

Goddamn, the boy's back

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

Let me teach you all the sounds of love