This is a song about "Dread locks"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

They share the same bed, instead of happiness they prefer dread

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Goldie locks, goldie robs

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

No matter however your embittered being endeavours with dread, scorn

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Bitch got all them booty shots

My win ensured like pad locks.