This is a song about "Jail cops money weed pussy killing"

I just pray for my father in jail.

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

Since back in high school, we was true, me and you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Walked up in the shop, everybody lookin' shocked

Money, pussy, power, respect that's the shit that i want

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Hit the block like a postman with mail