This is a song about "Prisms"

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Of multiple prisms tripping like i'm off balance on a rigid

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Prison prisms, twist the lyrics like licorice sticks, hits 'em,

And turning our people to light, through prisms

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

The system is fixed, prisons are prisms and so is spittin',

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts