This is a song about "Crime and getting locked up"

And it just ends up getting her angry so...

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

And i'll end up in a bed up in the hospital locked,

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

You be get up on this fly shit baby

End up doing coke and getting bigger than hulk hogan.

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

And boy they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art