This is a song about "I know youll rather see me locked up instead of beeing out in my hood"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

They let me know who i am, busting out of containment

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

What do you see in my hood, i see faggots everywhere, everywhere,

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

I won't go out with my friends, instead i sit in my room and write poetry,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

That it's not fake, and tomorrow instead of drowning in my sorrows i gleam

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Burrowed out in victory for somebody i don't see seeing me

Got me waking up at 4 just so i can write instead

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head