This is a song about "Carl cizzle compton jail"

Everything ain't what it seems

In jail every 2 weeks/

Hit the block like a postman with mail

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

They worked together to get out of the jail,

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

Fags from compton, socked him in his fucking chops: won

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

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