This is a song about "Keep your mouth locked up"

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

To the oppressed out there, go on, just keep your head up

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Best to just keep my peoples names out ya mouth

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

And i'll end up in a bed up in the hospital locked,

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Keep that mouth up and you'll be cruising for a bruising