This is a song about "Dad in jail"

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

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

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

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

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

My dad told them to take me to jail

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

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

This is no trial, this a closed case

I shot my dad in the face

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,