This is a song about "Tired being locked in"

Yes i'm tired of being the villian now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Im tired of being slepted on

Terror can be locked up in a phyciatric unit for being a member

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

Can barely walk the city streets

Locked in chains of rhymes and cuffed in beats,

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Locked in this #position i'm sitting,

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

For gambling wages, locked us in cages,

Destined to win, get respect where i live