This is a song about "My dad in jail"

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Fu* my real dad he was never in my life

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

But most of my homies in jail or slain

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

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,