This is a song about "My uncle going to jail"

They know they shouldn't touch me like the third rail

They worked together to get out of the jail,

My mind will ever say,my body's going to suburbs,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

They go from dump truck slackers to uncle buck, but fatter

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Go to jail, your'e a criminal,

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

No wonder she felt she had personalised keys to hells locks.

So tell uncle johny to make some room, cuz you're bout get fucked by my bars

And if you love substance you'll love wale

Smart young men are in the streets sent to jail,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I need a jail house to free my dogs