This is a song about "Going to jail"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Going to extreme measures

Fuck that job been around that block

But i'm not going to stop,

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Going to east nexy year

Ain't that your worst fear

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I need a jail house to free my dogs

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

And what fucking jail did i go to?

You know i’m better off without you