This is a song about "Write rhymes in prision"

Run out of words write rhymes that don't make sense

Dominating of the eastside shall commence

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I'm going to use my pen to write rhymes

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

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

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Victim of mine, in come the rhymes

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Eject ur rhymes in orbits,

I need a backyard full court size

I write rhymes, dry and wise