This is a song about "Someone in jail"

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Stuck in an endless jail, with heart and mind in sight,

When he ends up in jail, he'll happily bend over and take it from behind

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

In jail every 2 weeks/

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

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

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

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

I just pray for my father in jail.

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

So many young black males are incarcerated in jail,