This is a song about "Fuck jail"

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

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

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

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

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

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

In jail every 2 weeks/

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

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

They threw away the key, but couldn't jail your mind

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

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

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

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail