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

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Killing pussy like its feral

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Ain't recieved any mail

When hes coming home from jail

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

My dad told them to take me to jail