This is a song about "Squad got locked up"

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I think they wish that i was locked up, pray and hope for that,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Cant let my soul free its locked up and my demons through away the key

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Locked in my room yeah, but i got some plans momma

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

Pay my haters not too much mind

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club