This is a song about "Lock it"

Sock a mad hatter joints pop and lock

By any means, if ya like it or not

I set free like martin, the key to the lock

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

I'ma lock you in the cupboard

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Tryin fuckin knock us and lock us

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I cock block shit, pop and lock it, blow like snot rockets,

Young money motherfucker we the shit

Got the game on lock in my pocket

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Everybody grab your gats and hold ‘em, load ‘em, sock ‘em, lock ‘em, cock ‘em and aim it up