This is a song about "Locks"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

My win ensured like pad locks.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

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

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

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Goldie locks, goldie robs

You pull up in parking lots

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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