This is a song about "Glock jail fighting"

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

These niggas take me to the glock

I just pray for my father in jail.

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

And i'm raw, fish scale

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

I keep my choppas on deck it probably split my fucking glock

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

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

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

My dad told them to take me to jail