This is a song about "Jail"

But most of my homies in jail or slain

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

They worked together to get out of the jail,

When they posten bail

Your father sits in jail

When hes coming home from jail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

Enough to make a jail where you throwin' your fits

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six