This is a song about "Strange music prison"

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

No more prison and cells

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

For those whey no fit dey fix son

That you just dropped the soap in prison

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Caught up inside this mental prison

Can’t you see just how long my run

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

Try doing what you doing but it’s out of range

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Bars change a nigga life

In prison shanked by a knife