This is a song about "Money cars jail"

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

When hes coming home from jail

When bret hart meet brett farve

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And if you love substance you'll love wale

I just pray for my father in jail.

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Your father sits in jail

Ain't recieved any mail

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I feel like i got fifty cars