This is a song about "Prisons"

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

My bars on lock like convicts in prisons without permission

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

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Millions are driven to federal prisons, what goes on in the heads of the victims?

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

People get scared when they see us, so they build more prisons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

So now they making millions off of prisons

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

I'm so dope i spit prisons instead of bars if

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

I'm so dope i spit prisons instead of bars if