This is a song about "Prison raps"

Got some prison guards keeping bastards captive,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Of what yal think i'm about, if my cousin was never thrown in prison

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

And get on down with this thc vision

From hell your out of prison

And if you pay for that yourself

No more prison and cells

Caught up inside this mental prison

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Left to fester in a prison cell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Was pac right about being conceived in prison