This is a song about "Logic on lock"

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Figuring how to transcript one's mind with a logic sanity

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

That you'll never acquire, you're chickens, apply logic

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Gotta drop lock that man spill

For real, a nigga ill

You feel hot because you spitted logic lines and now your smiling

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

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

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit