This is a song about "Prison planet conspiracy"

That you theorize conspiracy, they my enemy so pessimist

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Planet earth intense skills fulfills

I'm a son of gun

Should be in state prison,

You, you, you have to pay for that

I will wipe you off this planet

Caught up inside this mental prison

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Ceasefire! the best battler to ever walk the planet,

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Just to survive another day on this planet

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

And blew up the planet

I be on some other shit