This is a song about "Lonely jail"

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

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

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

Dropping all that thun thun thun like your soap in the jail

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

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

But five years from now i bet she see

Whenever i got a rhyme and feel lonely

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

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

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

Happy sadness lonely

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free