This is a song about "Me being a good kid but my dad is in jail and my brother somkes weed"

My dad told them to take me to jail

Hit the block like a postman with mail

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

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

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

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Lost ma mother and my brother

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

But if you think a brother wants a kid, its a misconception,

Now i'm free, being a stick up kid is my reality

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her