This is a song about "Locked up in jail"

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Locked in this #position i'm sitting,

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Terror can be locked up in a phyciatric unit for being a member

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

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

He would either be locked up or in the back of a cop car handcuffed dam

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Stuck in an endless jail, with heart and mind in sight,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right