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

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

I just pray for my father in jail.

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

Your father sits in jail

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Blow up and being in a position

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

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