This is a song about "Back at locker"

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Im back at there house now there panicking

I don't fear death

Look back at stuffs and says-

I spit so much at once you have to play back

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

So im'ma stand at your back

The third one is mixed, white and black

I live in a zoo

So im comin back at you

The ice ain't really nothing to her

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

And again he is back at the beginning.

Looking at our plaque gives me my life back

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad