This is a song about "Jason s dread locks"

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

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

No wonder she felt she had personalised keys to hells locks.

Machete to your face, jason

I hit your block and we can box for fun

My win ensured like pad locks.

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Grown men never should bite their tongue

There's a war with this nigga jason

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

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet