This is a song about "5 months til he gets out of jail"

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

Hope he gets better but its lookin grim

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Even if they pursuit us, they cannot permute us,shoot us or uproot us

We gonna rise up against the best spittin verses and bars til we run out of breath.

Shit with our whole family

Mj when her toung out 5 ee

That’s what i call a fairy tale

They worked together to get out of the jail,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

To get pleasure he gets wet from pornography,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

The scars on his fist, the adrenaline he gets,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him