This is a song about "Being in jail"

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

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

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

And i'm raw, fish scale

Your father sits in jail

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

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

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,

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

Get blown like lawn leaves

In jail every 2 weeks/

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

That’s what i call a fairy tale