This is a song about "Jail is cruel"

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Because only death can stop this cruel feeling of defeat.

She had a cruel past, it was brutal, she wasn't just harassed.

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I'm on the block as usual

My game is vicious and cruel

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Evaporating cruel regimes, telling the kingdom their schemes

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

But not right now,the world is cruel

Lady at the frank stand will