This is a song about "Being in jail"

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

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

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Dropping all that thun thun thun like your soap in the jail

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

Your father sits in jail

My mom broke but she posted the bail