This is a song about "Gulag"

Turned insane from this dungeon of sate,

Low income no bills getting paid

I can tell you that this tape

It seemed everything was great

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Shit this rap is so great, great the king slayer cant compete,

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

The vision is vivid visit the wicked with livid attentive detention

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Freaks mangled, steel shackles in confinement for weeks

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Verse 1 (great da king slayer):

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Disregard the silent tyrant

Because i sit in the back of the class ill meet you in detention

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin