This is a song about "Pale from jail and the hail"

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Get ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger right

The fatty pork, all hail hell's gate, dreams steamed and glorified,

I'm the flowking hail to my throne

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

And what fucking jail did i go to?

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Coz im out on bail from the county jail

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Found him laying pale and still on the bathroom floor

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Hit the block like a postman with mail

They worked together to get out of the jail,