This is a song about "Charlies going to jail"

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

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Got caught on a fence, went to jail, but stay truck fit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Cause your sniffin coke someone needs to take your ass to jail

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

Going to train on spiders

Hold the door for girls

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

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail