This is a song about "Broward county"

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Dont be riding in kendricks old mini-van/

Dependent on if it's hatred or an objective opinion

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Then you're going to prison i bet you/

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Cops in a precinct sketchin', draw, cockin' the heat,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Even if i die i'll roll up riding a golden hearse

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap

But it's more like a prison

But somehow it made them listen

But i apologize for not walking you around

Prison was his future , hes going down