This is a song about "Being in jail"

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

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

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

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

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

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

But most of my homies in jail or slain

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail