This is a song about "Australian convicts"

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

My bars on lock like convicts in prisons without permission

I hung with some rebels never been with convicts,

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

While all my niggas was out getting gunned down or turning into convicts

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed