This is a song about "Gats straps glocks locks"

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Out their neck with no regrets and no glocks clippin'

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win