This is a song about "Forsyth county jail"

But most of my homies in jail or slain

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

My dad told them to take me to jail

And what fucking jail did i go to?

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

Can barely walk the city streets

In jail every 2 weeks/

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

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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

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