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

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

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

My mom doing drugs in her bedroom

In the bedroom doing things that she wouldn't

That happen to act like a black president

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

I just pray for my father in jail.

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

But most of my homies in jail or slain

Seems like my tenure in jail was longer than the devious, wild

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived