This is a song about "Dread locks"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

No wonder she felt she had personalised keys to hells locks.

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

And when i think back, i dread that moment and i hate the day

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Goldie locks, goldie robs

Fuckin' up my gold pots

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

I've been misled, yet, no matter how much death, dread or regret,

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Torn emcees dread the skills of me

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin