This is a song about "Dr locke"

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

So sick i made dr. pepper a leper by taking a sip of his favorite drink

But i mean damn dr g, just listen to this song

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

Oh shit its dr dre mixing fucked up cement,

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

But then the dr. told with confidence what to expect.

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Yo, not your everyday john locke, i'm on top,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Just call up dr. rza, ask em how to break a neck. . .for science

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Make an insition on the rap game. and ill be great like dr. dre. its funny