This is a song about "Being locked up hoes the gang illegal guns"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

All is evil deceitful embrace the illegal

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Without the sound of guns

Load up the guns where i'm from, the south son,

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

And i ended up being the bad guy,

You know i want a piece of that pie

Tryin' do right by you got me here

Been locked up eight years on the real

I've seen the people and i've been with cops. shouldn't this shit be illegal.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

And you love being kobe when you make the lay up