This is a song about "Mum in jail"

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

But i should really be in a jail cell with a straight jacket

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

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

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale