This is a song about "Going to jail"

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

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

I love to write, make knotted string art that's jail life.

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

If you ever feel alone and

Going to nyc from long island

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Im going to lyricly destroy you

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Supposed to spend the night in jail but i broke that cage.

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range