This is a song about "Convict"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Imagine life as a convict

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

My mind got away from me like an escaped convict/

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Im seeing more bars than a convict and accomplice

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

I get evicted from addresses, convict n arrested, disrespected over skin complection

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Better stay outta their way 'cause their convict runners