This is a song about "Dade county"

You, me? i'll fuck you going down town

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Be free in society or a prison mate

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Left to fester in a prison cell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Good little girl who kept on moving from town to town

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

Senior citzens, i free 'em, release 'em from this mere prison

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Cause they are too many innocent blacks n' latins in prison.

Dependent on if it's hatred or an objective opinion

I could show you a bar across town

I shows out, like dope when i put that flow down