This is a song about "Dad in prison"

Suffering in this mental prison that i'm stuck within,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Now they all got a dose of poison, now im in prison,

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Lubbed up in prison with rapists

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

So that you don't end up in prison or at a mortician

Cause im not quite the type of nigga to spend my life in prison

Dependent on if it's hatred or an objective opinion

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Vizion is that type of nigga to purposely drop the soap in prison,