This is a song about "Lock"

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Got the game on lock in my pocket

My shit was submarine like, under ship

Lock the door, and have silence for a few hours

I've become immune to you no name haters

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Afterwards i like to lock them up in cages

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

And they tryna to lock me down like they own that shit

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

We dig the plot and never bury pot

The squad on lock no key

They say nothings ever free

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

But i got a rusty pin and i know how to work the lock,