This is a song about "Lock"

Fuck that job been around that block

Looks back at the man, who's locked the lock

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

With intention to lock it up and kill a win

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

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

I'm the freshman now, got it on lock

He say, she say, oh my god

Serial killer neighborhood to gangsta to lock the door

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Got rap to myself, got this thing on pad lock/

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top