This is a song about "Killing my way out of jail"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

But most of my homies in jail or slain

But now invisible cells around your brain

Out in the streets is where i learned my way,

Ambition or nothing thought this would go away

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

But five years from now i bet she see

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about