This is a song about "Locks"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

Goldie locks, goldie robs

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

My win ensured like pad locks.

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

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..