This is a song about "Locks"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I'll throw him into a giant oven and hide the locks.

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

My win ensured like pad locks.

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Heart and soul to death, she rushes to the bathroom door and locks it

Poppin' rocks when he locks a glock, shots at the moderates,

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

No wonder she felt she had personalised keys to hells locks.

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots