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

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

Well taking my big dick deep is the only way out

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

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

She got grove st. on replay

Of day if i had my way

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

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

Get out of my way,dont kill the vibe

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight