This is a song about "My homie in prison"

In prison shanked by a knife

Sky high, iced out paradise

My journey absurd, my homie put in a word, saw me at the swerve,

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

Lubbed up in prison with rapists

I swear ri got a hit with this

I'm a son of a gun

Should be in state prison,

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Cause im not quite the type of nigga to spend my life in prison

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Of what yal think i'm about, if my cousin was never thrown in prison