This is a song about "Prison"

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Now they all got a dose of poison, now im in prison,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Cause they are too many innocent blacks n' latins in prison.

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Show them that you stand out from this venom bitten prison,

Whether it was prison or a killing,

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

That you just dropped the soap in prison

And get on down with this thc vision

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,