This is a song about "Logic on lock"

Got the game on lock in my pocket

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

In seconds a dead man just then possess my logic,

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

I'm the freshman now, got it on lock

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email