This is a song about "Mum in jail"

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Your father sits in jail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

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

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

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

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Dropping all that thun thun thun like your soap in the jail