This is a song about "Jail money drug"

Her love is like a drug

I know you're mad, but so what

Be set back, i dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

They worked together to get out of the jail,

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Hit the block like a postman with mail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

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

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail