This is a song about "Dad locked up"

I love the sound of dying sluts in my cage all locked up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

(what up dad?) do you remember the birthdays you missed out?

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Her screaming, "you will be locked up with tape over your mouth"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Dad, it's so ridiculous, feeling silly i hit you up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them

Wake up, dad gone momma home alone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

I was like six without a clue or a doubt, come on now tell me (what up dad?)

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Snortin yay / we just dont give a fuck because we all getting locked up/