This is a song about "Prisons"

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

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

So now they making millions off of prisons

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

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