This is a song about "Boyfriend in jail"

Supposed to spend the night in jail but i broke that cage.

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

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

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

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

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit