This is a song about "Someone in jail"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

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

In jail every 2 weeks/

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

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

If rap was a taboo i would be in a jail

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

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

But most of my homies in jail or slain

I'm going off the top of the brain

Your father sits in jail

Ain't recieved any mail

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Cause your sniffin coke someone needs to take your ass to jail