This is a song about "Ciro jail"

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

And what fucking jail did i go to?

In jail every 2 weeks/

When you're reachin' your dreams

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

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

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

I just pray for my father in jail.

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

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail