This is a song about "The warden"

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

From the cradle to the grave

Pockets swoll like i just cracked a safe

I'm the dealer your the joker/

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

His dreams gone dry, that's why he on water

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

She should have invited her

Than the birds on the wire

That i rap like a warden stuck up in an office a lawman, a foreman,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

It sends her on a trip so right

In the face of the outside.