This is a song about "Logic on lock"

My bars on lock like convicts in prisons without permission

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

I don't like y'all rap topics and y'all rap logic,

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

A prophet of catastrophic, balance between nonsense and logic

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

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

My only faith is philharmonic, mixed with logic

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit