This is a song about "Being trapped in hell"

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

You forever trapped in the illusion that you thought was hell

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Either way i'm trapped in a hell that celebrates my sweet decay

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

Mami told me son, hold your own

Bitch i'm trapped in my zone

It's just about the people being trapped up in our system,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Look it something they can't ever see

Trapped in my sins, can i break free?