This is a song about "Mum in jail doing drugsl"

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

I just pray for my father in jail.

But most of my homies in jail or slain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

And if you love substance you'll love wale

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

In the bedroom doing things that she wouldn't

That happen to act like a black president

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

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