This is a song about "Forsyth county jail"

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

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

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

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

They worked together to get out of the jail,

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Cause your sniffin coke someone needs to take your ass to jail

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

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

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

I'll be locked up in jail categorized