Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,
Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad
Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail
Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,
It got worse when dad went over sees
I'm everything that they call nice
Top ranked, number one my son
I went to get the gun
Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live
I love to write, make knotted string art that's jail life.
Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.
So i'mma talk about a little bit of that
Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six
Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits
Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail
Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail
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