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

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal

It never stops it's eternal,its going to be hurtful,

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

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Had a woman bust it taking that matter right

Never did i think i was going to rhyme tight

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

My dad told them to take me to jail

There's crack, there's crack

Keep going never look back