This is a song about "Locks"

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

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Goldie locks, goldie robs

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

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

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

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