This is a song about "Escape the prison"

The words were there but they just couldn't escape

Rae took on the date with the purple tape

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Prison prisms, twist the lyrics like licorice sticks, hits 'em,

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

The prison system dissed 'em and assisted in black men's,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Im a ghost cant shake me, no escape the curse hovers

'till i see the sickening prison system improve a little, bitch it's,

Cause so far i done witnessed to many dead niggas in caskets

Have you watched the film called escape plan,

So all the hustling for nothing man