This is a song about "Convict"

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Better stay outta their way 'cause their convict runners

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

My mind got away from me like an escaped convict/

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

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Im seeing more bars than a convict and accomplice

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

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Imagine life as a convict