This is a song about "Behind prison bars"

I'll never break or fold, i'll never end up celled behind bars,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

Should be in state prison,

I am not the only one

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

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

Riding around without a fuck given

That you just dropped the soap in prison

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

The truth is just hidden behind some bars

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Caught up inside this mental prison