This is a song about "Prison house blues"

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Alternative to, we love the rhythm and blues

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Playing my blues, while the hypocrites debatin' my views,

For once my mind thought that i should go back in the blues..

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

From hell your out of prison

I thought of bill clinton

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Caught up inside this mental prison

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

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Citing blues jives as their night's dampen

From the projects to the penthouse

Foundation till i built my house