This is a song about "My sister that s in jail"

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

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

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

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

Little more weed, first class seats

In jail every 2 weeks/

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

I run inside yo sister house and shoot that bitch off in her feet

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

My sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survive

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

My balls mike tyson in the 90s

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress