This is a song about "Being in jail"

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

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

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

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

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

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit