This is a song about "Prisons"

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

So now they making millions off of prisons

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

My bars on lock like convicts in prisons without permission

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

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