This is a song about "Lock it"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I'ma lock you in the cupboard

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

When he came calling you needed to lock it up like you were fort knox.

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

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Could be applied to this shit

Got the game on lock in my pocket

My gats are cocked for more, lock the door and i'll just knock it off

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Fuck 2 chainz i got 10 medals in my closet, now your bitch with me as she pop drop and lock it.

Lock it, make sure, that all of your shotguns are drawn,

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone