This is a song about "Behind prison bars"

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

With reality defeating n leaving scars i feel trapped like im behind bars

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Top ranked, number one my son

But it's more like a prison

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

From hell your out of prison

And get on down with this thc vision

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision