This is a song about "Big uncle in jail"

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

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

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

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

But most of my homies in jail or slain

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell