This is a song about "Locked up and shot up"

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up

And i'll end up in a bed up in the hospital locked,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Went up in eastland and shot a policeman

Cant let my soul free its locked up and my demons through away the key

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I think they wish that i was locked up, pray and hope for that,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Some shot up, other smoked and picked at their pores,