This is a song about "Killing my way out of jail"

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

I prefer your applause without a handout

Then some lady named billie holiday

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

I still wish my way out of here, before i become a myth,

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I just pray for my father in jail.

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

Never troubled by my troubles cause ill sin my way out

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

Time is out, stay outta my way

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale