This is a song about "Getting lock"

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Lock the door, and have silence for a few hours

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

I'ma lock you in the cupboard

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Corporations lock the nations, populations know the same profit,

Got rap to myself, got this thing on pad lock/

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Gotta drop lock that man spill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

But these corporations obviously hate and lock the nation,

The master of this rap shit

Feminine’s getting intimate