This is a song about "I m going to jail to the roy"

My dad told them to take me to jail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

If you ever feel alone and

Going to the southern land

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

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

So i just keep my life going while praying to the lord

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

They are still knocking on my door they wanting more, i`m about to got insane

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

I walk my way to the top like im going up stairs

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears