This is a song about "Write rhymes in prision"

I just shake dice

I write rhymes, dry and wise

People think i'm crazy, because of the rhymes that i write

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Yáll wonder why i write so many rhymes, every verse is long,

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I write rhymes so tight brings everyone delight

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Victim of mine, in come the rhymes

I never ever can see no when i be in her slot

I write a lot and satan tallies every rhymes i jot

Write endeavors in dead verses, verdicts

So i guess that's where i hide my things