This is a song about "Being in prison"

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Left to fester in a prison cell

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

Ill hurt ya soul worse than innocents in a prison

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

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

Cause they are too many innocent blacks n' latins in prison.

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

About the way i'm feeling

I believed in a higher being.

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Now they all got a dose of poison, now im in prison,