This is a song about "Jail money drug"

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

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

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

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

I just pray for my father in jail.

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Ain't recieved any mail

Your father sits in jail

When hes coming home from jail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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