This is a song about "Jail"

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

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

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Ain't recieved any mail

When hes coming home from jail

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

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

They threw away the key, but couldn't jail your mind

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed