This is a song about "Jail money drug"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

I just pray for my father in jail.

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

In jail every 2 weeks/

Tw-tw-twelve carats and that's all ears

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

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