This is a song about "Getting locked up"

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

I never show up end up getting suspensions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

I think they wish that i was locked up, pray and hope for that,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Everybody getting throwed, keep the dro rolled up

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

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