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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

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

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

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

And if you love substance you'll love wale

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

And what fucking jail did i go to?

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

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

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

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

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

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game