This is a song about "Eating honey buns in jail"

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

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

Dropping all that thun thun thun like your soap in the jail

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

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Chilling in the valley with sally eating lobster in an alley

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail