This is a song about "Cam crazy jail guns shooting fighting crying home baby daughter girlfriend squad life jail free"

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

Cause after all the lights and screams

In jail every 2 weeks/

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

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

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

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Fuck yo baby daughter,

You know...you know who you are

When hes coming home from jail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail