This is a song about "Locker"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Bullied you with flow, go hide in your locker

And be found, deep down, in davey jones locker.

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Ain't scared of shit, got dog treats in my locker

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Just to get people to peep in your locker

I tried to get in my locker, but they always tryna stalk ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

I come from a city with more drugs than a evidence locker