This is a song about "Red locks the pirate"

No wonder she felt she had personalised keys to hells locks.

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Covered the room in splattered red,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

When i see the sheets i just see they blood red,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

Covered the room in splattered red,

I don't want you to have my permit yet

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Breaking the locks with these rocks from being attacked by a monster