This is a song about "Dad in jail"

For being the absent dad in attendance

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

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

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Dropping all that thun thun thun like your soap in the jail

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

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

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

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

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell