This is a song about "Prisms"

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Together all the timethought it was true love

Stars become fiction, bars become prisms

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

And turning our people to light, through prisms

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

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position