This is a song about "In a prison cell"

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

In prison shanked by a knife

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Yo i've been flowin since i was twelve and locked in a cell

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Now they all got a dose of poison, now im in prison,

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen