This is a song about "Dad was in jail"

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life

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

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

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

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

You can guess where my dad was

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I just pray for my father in jail.

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Supposed to spend the night in jail but i broke that cage.

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

As she approached the door, her dad was right in front of her,

In jail every 2 weeks/

All that ass in your jeans