This is a song about "Forsyth county jail"

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

But most of my homies in jail or slain

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

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

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

I just pray for my father in jail.

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

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

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

And if you love substance you'll love wale

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

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