This is a song about "Locks"

And the games appeal to the struggling youth with no father

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

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Goldie locks, goldie robs

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

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

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

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

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

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

My win ensured like pad locks.

Where would i be without my dogs

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

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