This is a song about "Lock down"

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

They burn on every block

When moms held me down in a lock from a gripper

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Because we take over the cities and we lock ém down,

Just feelin safe like lock pick,

So drop the slam and let's get sick