This is a song about "Just wanna go inside the neatest prison and blow it all up"

All the lies hurt her and this makes me crucified inside.

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

When the pressure heats up i just hope not to blow it

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Switch it, spit it, let the track go, and hit ‘em up!

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

All i really wanna do is just go to sleep

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I go find it and cut it up and tie up the bag