This is a song about "Maximum sentences"

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I still got shipments of sentences under my blankets 'n mattress

One hundred and eighty three life sentences ill be back once off

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

So intense when i commence with pens to write these sentences

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I grimace a bit, it's like i'm serving criminal sentences,

These flows keeping it up to the maximum cause the max

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

King's being beheaded by the prince with instances of sentences

Finishing my sentences with trained takes an pores glistening

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Ill destroy you in the finest manner with the illest of grammer till your hear your grandma

All the sentences ripping your innocence, tell by the way that im ending ya