This is a song about "Money cars jail"

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Niggas is working forever my bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

When hes coming home from jail

When they posten bail

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,