This is a song about "Women s prison"

Cold world no blanket son

Looking at these women

S queezys very bold

Women front, they get its cold

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

With plenty of money and women

Girls fast how jamaicans run

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Ross and folarin, couple women

From hell your out of prison

My drive is like no one

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women