This is a song about "Feels like im stack in side these prison walls"

Im like jordan in his prime i go soarin with these lines

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Im sittin in the hatchback on the passenger side

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Should be in state prison,

They had a hell of a run

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I wouldn't even call this a battle, it feels like im out here prodding cattle

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Feels like space's a big place but it's in the haste

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Feels like getting stabbed in the back with shards of glass

Inside it feels like im dying

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Schools are like a prison

I'm a son of gun