This is a song about "Strange music prison"

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

It was mass time, all on jesus land, almost seemed too strange

Caught up inside this mental prison

What up girl, tell me how you been

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Maybe one day, i can say, i'm apart of strange music, but i know thats just a lucid

This is my ambition

I'm on a strange mission

But it's more like a prison

And modify your opinion

Caught up inside this mental prison

Ross and folarin, couple women

They had a hell of a run

Should be in state prison,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

I may be strange, and a little different