This is a song about "Prisms"

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

And turning our people to light, through prisms

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

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

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

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

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position