This is a song about "My uncle in jail"

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

My uncle was a crip he taught me real well

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

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

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

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

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

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

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

But most of my homies in jail or slain

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

I'll be locked up in jail categorized