I need to break from this prison, help me Wentworth

Why try when this is the third time my records been burnt

Since birth, killing tracks has been kids work

Driving so fast my whip swerved, hit a big curb

It set ablaze I hope I don't get my dick burnt

It feels like I'm walking around naked

And I wish my Nonna was still alive to see that I made it

Maybe not how y'all think but to me I'm famous

And she had Alzheimer's so I would need to tape it

Cause nothing going to stop, nothing going to stop

Nothing going to stop me from making these other MCs outdated

Sess puffin', I hold on to my chest clutchin'

Pen and paper because I don't care when the checks comin'

I don't expect nothin', but I'm like a suicidal hobbit

Yeah, a depressed munchkin, that says somethin', don't it?

I wake up freezing but my bed's flooded

That's why I never sleep, it reminds me too much of death's cousin

These withdraws don't effect me it's bizarre

But it's what I get for having big balls and disregarding

All laws when I break swishers and the codeine dissolves

But that's what kick start-ed all these problems

That could fill an endless pits bot-tom

I need help I can't solve 'me, I want to get par-doned

But I'm diving to deep and I forgot goggles

I sought options that included everything but not toxins

I'm the Shepard that Waka Flocks artist, whom can dodge comets

And go on a killing spree but leave the block spotless

I'm adept at this; not novice, I wasn't even there for one day

Before I got kicked out of God's Garden