This is a song about "15 n goin to jail"

Cause i came to rain n' evaporate like smoke n' spark trees.

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I love to write, make knotted string art that's jail life.

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Ive been to jail so many times i cant keep track

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

I'm quick to dismiss the pursuant 'n' glue him to a boat

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse