Ameer Vann - Locked and Loaded [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'm locked and loaded, I cocked my magnums
I'm a golden trojan, and she ride the pole like a stolen pony
It's like a thousand horses in this la ferrari
But you can't make no baby in a coupe bugatti
But you can spread your legs in a porshe cayenne
The type of man I am, I'll steal that for you
But when you cross your heart with a bible in hand
And lie on the stand if it set me free
This is holy war, I need you and me
But if my house burn down, and that car didn't start
I wonder where you'd go, and if you'd take my heart
Or would you grab the baretta, off the top of the dresser
And shoot the cops up with me, cause you're already locked
In a box up with me, so fuck you niggas
You know they ain't gon' catch me
At least not while I'm breathin'
So glad you with me, in this motel six
So baby flip the mattress and throw that shit by the door
Throw that bag over here, leave some clips on the floor
It's some hot shell casings, girl we might not make it
I see the swat team coming, and my heart keep racing
Baby pass me the clips, pass me the clips
But you're already gone [unintelligible]
I wish it was me, I wish it was me