This is a song about "Logic on lock"

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

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

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

I'm the freshman now, got it on lock

That's how i got the weed spot

So imma act hard on whoever i want whenever i want cuz my logic

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

I'ma lock you in the cupboard

Girl, i put in that work

The squad on lock no key

So give it baby

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

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt