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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

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

Im sittin in the hatchback on the passenger side

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

But it's more like a prison

Think fast, fast women

Schools are like a prison

I'm a son of a gun

Why not me the same thing

Inside it feels like im dying