This is a song about "Dropping the soap in jail"

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Your buddies playing drop the soap.

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

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

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

Nope, all you get is shit in my prison when you drop the soap/