This is a song about "Mum in jail"

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

I turned into something they never became

But most of my homies in jail or slain

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

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

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

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

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

In the futuren, truly yours , wale