This is a song about "Mum in jail"

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

When he ends up in jail, he'll happily bend over and take it from behind

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

I'll be locked up in jail categorized

Now walk to it with your land mind

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

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

But most of my homies in jail or slain

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

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail