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

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

When he ends up in jail, he'll happily bend over and take it from behind

Mind-block like in box that's locked

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

A million nasty things went through my mind

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Blow up and being in a position

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

I just pray for my father in jail.

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail