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

I just pray for my father in jail.

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Blow up and being in a position

We pray while we prey on competition

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

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

Listen, these niggas is tripping

Locked in this #position i'm sitting,

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail