This is a song about "Strange music prison"

I may be strange, and a little different

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

From hell your out of prison

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

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

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

I hit your block and we can box for fun

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

Track 10.) strange fruition (strange fruition)

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Caught up inside this mental prison

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision