This is a song about "Brother in jail"

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

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

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

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

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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

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

But most of my homies in jail or slain