This is a song about "Forsyth county jail"

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

But most of my homies in jail or slain

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

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

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

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Just like that... wale

Your father sits in jail

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale