This is a song about "Charlies going to jail"

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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

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

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

They worked together to get out of the jail,

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Ive been to jail so many times i cant keep track

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

I just write that right by a mic stand

Going to the southern land

Going to the lobby

I'm going back to cali