This is a song about "State prison"

Cold, my style making my nose run

But it's more like a prison

Sweet, okay makes sense

No more prison and cells

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Lubbed up in prison with rapists

Should be in state prison,

I'm a son of a gun

She’s a star if i ever seen one

From hell your out of prison

See let me demonstrate

Just to get her into this state,

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines