This is a song about "Goin to jail"

Got caught on a fence, went to jail, but stay truck fit

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

And we'll keep goin' back to kool herc, turntables and mic

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

Ye im 13 but ur goin to be surprised when i rhyme coz im goin to rise like

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

Moms asked where i'm goin', to the hood if you ain't knowin'

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin