This is a song about "Being in jail"

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

Your father sits in jail

Just like that... wale

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

I'm going off the top of the brain

But most of my homies in jail or slain

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

Supposed to spend the night in jail but i broke that cage.

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

I believed in a higher being.

Now this is what i call an evening