This is a song about "Dade county"

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

He knew he was predator who wants to reap souls for his territory

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

They threw away the key, but couldn't jail your mind

They worked together to get out of the jail,

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

From the ontario province,

And if you love substance you'll love wale

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

I said believe in your dreams

In jail every 2 weeks/

Didn't expect this shit or believed in zombies invading.. my territory

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree