This is a song about "Strange music prison"

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

No more prison and cells

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

All the time with this glock of mines

The world seems strange at times

When i get my hands on nines

The world seems strange at times

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Mirror mirror on the wall

Caught up inside this mental prison

You just working with the scraps you was given

Schools are like a prison

I don't trust no one

Music is money, money isn't music

Then play you all my latest shit