This is a song about "Mum in jail"

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

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

Supposed to spend the night in jail but i broke that cage.

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

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

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

All that ass in your jeans

In jail every 2 weeks/

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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