This is a song about "Geting out of prisan"

Left side, left side

Out of mind out of sight

Out of this coviction of feelings

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

I used to have a nine to five

There sickos out of they minds,

Run out of drinks, no complain

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Geting back to just spittin with all my motherfuckin might/

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Out of control, unpredictable

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Crazy out of my mind, fell out of the boundary