No more indo, gin and juice
I'm on my way to Chino, rolling on the grey goose
Shackled from head to toe
Twenty-five with an izzl, with nowhere to gizzo, I know
Them #####s from the other side recognize my face
Cause it's the O.G. D-O-double-G, L-B-C
Mad dogging #####s cause I don't care
Red jumpsuit with two braids in my hair
#####s stare as I enter the center
They send me to a level three yard, that's where I stay
Late night I hear toothbrushes scraping on the floor
#####s getting they shanks, just in case the war, pops off
Cause you can't tell what's next
My little homey baby boo took a pencil in his neck
And he probably won't make it to see twenty-two
I put that on my Momma
I'mma ride for you Baby Boo