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

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

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

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

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

It was just another party

Mo cash you got'll get you out of jail free

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

With my ex girlfriends still trying to dig they way out

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

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

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

I just pray for my father in jail.

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

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