This is a song about "Strange music prison"

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

In prison shanked by a knife

9 months while holding in life

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

And get on down with this thc vision

Caught up inside this mental prison

But it's more like a prison

I pop one, you pop one

Been spending most our lives

The world seems strange at times

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Showed it to john mccain, said it wasn't crooked