This is a song about "Jail lock"

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

Lady at the frank stand will

Gotta drop lock that man spill

I'ma lock you in the cupboard

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

In jail every 2 weeks/

And she throws up whatever she eats

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Dropping all that thun thun thun like your soap in the jail

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

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail