This is a song about "Going prison"

Should be in state prison,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Lubbed up in prison with rapists

Left to fester in a prison cell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

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

Show them that you stand out from this venom bitten prison,

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,