This is a song about "Locks"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

Goldie locks, goldie robs

Bitch got all them booty shots

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Where would i be without my dogs

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

My win ensured like pad locks.