This is a song about "Logic on lock"

Bitches on my dick that pop lock and drop it

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Got rap to myself, got this thing on pad lock/

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

The squad on lock no key

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I'ma lock you in the cupboard

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

I'm not normal, i'm norman, put this bitch on lock and be sick