This is a song about "Brother in jail"

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

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

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

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

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

A day like any other, flying a kite in the back with her brother

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail