This is a song about "Jail money drug"

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

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

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

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

And i'm raw, fish scale

Your father sits in jail

But now we must get money and stay from drug

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail