This is a song about "It s really over"

No one really hates it

With g's in my pocket

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Or whoever really runnin it

I'm caged up in state prison

And that´s how it has begun

These hoes really feeling it

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Cuz none of it really matters

Now you got a masters

I really can't under what s the fighting for

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

The dead society of a poet

But you stomped all over it

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

But then i woke it was over