This is a song about "Geting out of prisan"

There sickos out of they minds,

Bring the battering ram where you live

Smoking on a marley

Mind out of my body

I try to be the guy, you think about

Punched the shit out of your consciousness, your light's out

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

Geting back to just spittin with all my motherfuckin might/

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Got hu women frostburg women

From hell your out of prison

U got all them drums in there

I'm running out of air