This is a song about "Geting out of prisan"

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Sorry, man, you're out of luck

There sickos out of they minds,

Bring the battering ram where you live

From hell your out of prison

Cold world no blanket son

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

Geting back to just spittin with all my motherfuckin might/

3.14 out of 10 for effort,

Chasing them checks, nike work

Through all the rain and the pain

Run out of drinks, no complain

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

I rose out of the darkness

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Geting back to just spittin with all my motherfuckin might/