This is a song about "Mum 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.

By the way, hotel room number 218, yup that's the place i fucked his mum in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

But most of my homies in jail or slain

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

In jail every 2 weeks/

I said believe in your dreams

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

I just pray for my father in jail.

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

When he ends up in jail, he'll happily bend over and take it from behind

Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail

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