This is a song about "Being in jail"

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

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

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Cause after all the lights and screams

In jail every 2 weeks/

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

But most of my homies in jail or slain

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Stuck in an endless jail, with heart and mind in sight,

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

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

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