This is a song about "Life in jail"

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

When he ends up in jail, he'll happily bend over and take it from behind

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

I just pray for my father in jail.

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

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

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

But most of my homies in jail or slain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Supposed to spend the night in jail but i broke that cage.

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change