This is a song about "Charlies going to jail"

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

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

Going to east nexy year

And never should you tear

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

Hit the block like a postman with mail

And we try to keep going

The sun rising while you moaning

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

They worked together to get out of the jail,

Ive been to jail so many times i cant keep track

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Walk that body, talk that body

Going to the lobby