This is a song about "Nigga put dad in jail"

Just like that... wale

Your father sits in jail

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Me and my boy's up in jail chopping up nigga's with razors.

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I'm the type of nigga to put reproduction on pause,once i walk in a room everyone

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Fucking baton i'm whack, i'm ill, i ain't the nigga to fuck wit, put you in a

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

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

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale