This is a song about "Fucked in jail"

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Stuck in an endless jail, with heart and mind in sight,

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

But most of my homies in jail or slain

In jail every 2 weeks/

Everything ain't what it seems

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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