This is a song about "Goldie locks and the three witches"

Heart and soul to death, she rushes to the bathroom door and locks it

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I wanna get back in the ninety-three and see

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Got so many witches, the curse pile's running low

To take my mind twist it and spins it in three

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Kill streak one hundred and eighty three in the caption spot

Poppin' rocks when he locks a glock, shots at the moderates,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And you know its just us three

Fuck fame, fuck money