This is a song about "Locker"

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Just to get people to peep in your locker

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

Bullied you with flow, go hide in your locker

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

I wouldn't say i'm nino with the carter

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha