This is a song about "Someone in jail"

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

Seems like my tenure in jail was longer than the devious, wild

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

In jail every 2 weeks/

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

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

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

But most of my homies in jail or slain

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail

Your father sits in jail

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

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