This is a song about "Prisms"

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

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

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

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

And turning our people to light, through prisms

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

And i’m no ‘los rogers, no mike williams