This is a song about "Lock out tag out"

Get yours; you know what this about

The coldest bout to show out

I don't know what you heard about

Song: "we can work it out"

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Grabbing heads, ripping out dreads to lock them with

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Leaving u mark'd out wit ya toe'z bunch'd in a tag

I gotta little clout

Do i gotta spell it out?

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Maybe when those flames blow out

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

I'm going, ain't no cop out.

I've got nothin' to worry about