This is a song about "Being locked up in jail"

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

I just pray for my father in jail.

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

He would either be locked up or in the back of a cop car handcuffed dam

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

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

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

Time after time, again and again

Locked in this #position i'm sitting,

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

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

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