This is a song about "Boyfriend in jail"

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

But i should really be in a jail cell with a straight jacket

Stuck in an endless jail, with heart and mind in sight,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

Fine young man with an old man mind

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

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