This is a song about "My dad in jail"

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

My mom broke but she posted the bail

My dad told them to take me to jail

Your father sits in jail

Ain't recieved any mail

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

But most of my homies in jail or slain

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

And dad left, uncle is in jail for theft. yeah, we're fucking blessed.