This is a song about "Federal jail"

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

There's several idiots, with the federal syndicates threat to no ends/

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

I just pray for my father in jail.

And if you love substance you'll love wale

When hes coming home from jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

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

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail