This is a song about "My loves in jail"

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Supposed to spend the night in jail but i broke that cage.

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I always lived without my mom but i know she loves me

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

My dad told them to take me to jail

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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