This is a song about "Ciro jail"

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

Of finding myself as an individual

My dad told them to take me to jail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

In jail every 2 weeks/

And she throws up whatever she eats

They threw away the key, but couldn't jail your mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

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

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,