This is a song about "Owen s going to jail"

My dad told them to take me to jail

And if you love substance you'll love wale

'cuz i'm not slowing

And we try to keep going

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

And there's little to be glad for

Ive been to jail so many times i cant keep track

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Going to the southern land

Whose res-u-me, as you may have heard, 's to trap cha with laughter,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

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

Who know this be the life that i really live

I love to write, make knotted string art that's jail life.