This is a song about "Escape from reality"

But that's reality.

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Gloom tuning out reality.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Sooner or later i could use an escape.

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Acting as packs of chimpanzees, a yack of bleats they ape and pack with bleeps in tapes

Theres no escape from the unfortunate fate awates increasing the crime rates,

Third ward general, young cash money

Or a peek into reality

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Life would be so good id escape from this fucking crap

Show me some happiness again, i'm going blindi spend my time in this cell, ain't living well

But first you must act like a lapel and fit inside a nacelle to escape from this cell

So i chose to be a stoner to escape from this unreality

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money