This is a song about "Carl cizzle compton jail"

That’s what i call a fairy tale

When hes coming home from jail

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

They all see my life from a childish position

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

My dad told them to take me to jail

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

To click respond to your master carl

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale