This is a song about "Jail bait"

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

I just pray for my father in jail.

Your father sits in jail

Ain't recieved any mail

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Talk sharp like a razor blade

But i do quite well with all the bait

And what fucking jail did i go to?

I call em up, they might fall through