This is a song about "Jail and bud"

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

When hes coming home from jail

I trust nothing but my bud,

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Burn bud and get a stressed throat

Wardrobe from round the globe

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.