This is a song about "I am locked up but your gettin fuked up and know your sucking up"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

You should of locked up ya mouth bitch now ya lockin your door

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

I bash on your raps and i smash up your ass for your wack shit

Am trying my best but always da same. i feel like am locked up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Her screaming, "you will be locked up with tape over your mouth"

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

They sucking up your money,but not your cock

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Open the fuck up hell needs me i tried all your phones, i know your home, fuck you,

Ma rap make no sens .short line weak bars it's fuked up

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

And he, what's his name, earl