This is a song about "Brother in jail"

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

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I'll get in your brother,

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

Your father sits in jail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

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

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

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