This is a song about "Free my niggas from jail"

I need a jail house to free my dogs

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

But most of my homies in jail or slain

I'm going off the top of the brain

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Rhyming ma feeling from a to da z now am free

And we gettin so much dope , niggas think its free

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail