This is a song about "Jail"

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

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

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

In jail every 2 weeks/

Malcolm x, by any means

They worked together to get out of the jail,

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

Just like that... wale

Your father sits in jail

That’s what i call a fairy tale

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

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

Cause your sniffin coke someone needs to take your ass to jail