This is a song about "Dad in jail"

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Stuck in an endless jail, with heart and mind in sight,

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

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

I just pray for my father in jail.

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

When they posten bail

Your father sits in jail

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

In jail every 2 weeks/

And she throws up whatever she eats