This is a song about "Locker"

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

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

In the locker room, at lunch even sometimes in class

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Bullied you with flow, go hide in your locker

Just to get people to peep in your locker

And there's little to be glad for