This is a song about "Drugs strap never going to jail"

Strap the bomb to my chest

Life has put her to the test

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

The drugs he tried to buy. he mined like craft. never laughed.

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

I'm on a rocket flyin to the top strap on to me/

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Never did i think i was going to rhyme tight,

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Never did i think i was going to rhyme tight

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

I wish drugs were never a factor, that wasn't my plan

They worked together to get out of the jail,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email