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

I just pray for my father in jail.

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Emceed my way out, gotta get my payout.

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

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

Sign on my dick that say

Get up out out my way

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

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll