This is a song about "My boy jacques in prison"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Get outta my face, looking boy

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Be free in society or a prison mate

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Lubbed up in prison with rapists

I slain in a way so clean i've never been in this place called prison

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Ill hurt ya soul worse than innocents in a prison