This is a song about "Boyfriend in jail"

Seems like my tenure in jail was longer than the devious, wild

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

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

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

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,