This is a song about "Utah jail"

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

But most of my homies in jail or slain

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

You wear a shirt, my records even in a jail

But people praying i fail, hoping i end in jail

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

Crooked neighbourhood, you either dead or in jail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Your father sits in jail

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

That's why tonight im gonna rape a slut and go to jail