This is a song about "Jail daughter crazy baby mama fighting shooting squad killing free me"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Me going crazy in the future can it be me and you baby

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

Me going crazy in the future can it be me and you baby

I need a jail house to free my dogs

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

This crazy lady, call her my baby

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone//

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Plus he’s crazy, lazy like a baby

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see