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

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

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

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

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Your father sits in jail

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

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

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell