Look I met my homie while we was in work release, I did 3, we was running it up with Katie kites, steady sneaking in pies, guards getting mad they can’t find the dope, they a joke, we clownin, Co’s frownin we making couple racks a week not payin no fees haven’t even hit the street on lockdown for 2 weeks, running in different dorms, pulling up on fien bunks asking where my money at, like I said we the bank in here, Bandz had the plug, inmates turn to fans, we had them shook, no body ever tried, scary Youngin runnin away the OGs, go to north to east they still know Stif, I was the one rolin around with blick not givin a shit, no safety , Haters ain’t no stalking us I pull the burner quick, maybe too quick to pick yo ass of the floor, yes I use to back door everyone that I use to serve they all talked behind my back, now when I pull up I got the strap an I’m on full attack, remember we got them grizzy 50 a piece flippin it for 200, I remember we had the big boy Glock at the Messy House, I put in work, I use to sleep on the floor pistol pointed at the door waiting for a pep to catch some holes, left the city now I’m on my own, so I’m coping hella poles just to make sure I make it home