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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Jackson on the line again
Tryna talk parole again
Same old tale, same old grin
Actin’ hard, but it’s all pretend
Tattoo sleeves and a mean mug face
But the same boy beggin’ at the gate
“Need a little cash, need a little plate”
Soup and chips, man, that’s his fate
He talk big when the line go live
Sound so cold just to stay alive
But every call got that shaky vibe
Every little lie got a price to buy
[Pre-Chorus]
He say, “Baby, I’m down bad”
“I just need you to hold that”
Then the silence get real loud
When the guard say, “Wrap that up now”
[Chorus]
Jackson, Jackson, on the line
Jackson, Jackson, wasting time
Callin’ for soup and chips
Talkin’ tough with his lip
Jackson, Jackson, on the line
Jackson, Jackson, wasting time
[Verse 2]
He got ink on his neck, ink on his hands
Hard on the phone, but he don’t got plans
Saying he a king in a cellblock tan
But he folding quick when the money land
Mama won’t answer, he know why
Too many tears from his alibi
Too many nights he sold that lie
Now he want help when the funds run dry
He want parole, want a fresh start
Want a clean slate, want a new card
But he still talk slick, still play hard
Still can’t see how low he are
[Pre-Chorus]
He say, “Baby, I’m down bad”
“I just need you to hold that”
Then the silence get real loud
When the guard say, “Wrap that up now”
[Chorus]
Jackson, Jackson, on the line
Jackson, Jackson, wasting time
Callin’ for soup and chips
Talkin’ tough with his lip
Jackson, Jackson, on the line
Jackson, Jackson, wasting time
[Bridge]
Now the phone tone fades out slow
Same old hustle, same old show
He ain’t hard, he just too slow
Too many scars where the truth won’t go
[Final Chorus]
Jackson, Jackson, on the line
Jackson, Jackson, wasting time
Callin’ for soup and chips
Talkin’ tough with his lip
Jackson, Jackson, on the line
Jackson, Jackson, wasting time
Details
GeneratedJun 7, 2026
Duration3:27
LanguageEnglish
Style
Chopped and screwed southern rap with slow 70 BPM sway, half-time drums, warped 808 knocks, and syrupy pitch bends; verse rides sparse kick-snare and a grimy bass wobble, pre-chorus tightens with doubled ad-libs and tape-stop pauses, chorus lands heavier with a chantable hook and low gang vocals. Vocal is close-mic, dry in verses, stretched and echoed on the hook. Ear candy: collect-call bleeps, reversed vocal swells, distant jail-door clangs. Mix is dark, heavy, and smoked-out., rap
Credits
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Prompt
Jackson sitting in prison trying to make parole calling asking for money for soup’s and chips thinking he is hard he get all tattooed up, rap chopped and screwed
