This is a song about "Me going to jail for weed"

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.

And if you love substance you'll love wale

They worked together to get out of the jail,

Who substituted for this weed

What do i really need

Or going to a festival. for a thrill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

Got to the end of the tunnel

And what fucking jail did i go to?

If your man can't keep up wit you

Cause your sniffin coke someone needs to take your ass to jail

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