This is a song about "Lock and keys"

And you can't lock me down so what you gonna do?

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

Tryin fuckin knock us and lock us

And i ain't never plan to be famous

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

With intention to lock it up and kill a win

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

But these corporations obviously hate and lock the nation,