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

Ask your neighbor down the street and i guarantee the same response

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

To liberate yourself, africa

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

I just pray for my father in jail.

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I'm going to win that's my ambition

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for