This is a song about "I aint getting any respect behind these bars"

See i respect you i expect respect likewise

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

I'm spittin on these bars an from you i aint heard a sound

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

So, i give these rappers bars, like the remy mensing guy

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Fathers who have left leaving mothers or behind bars,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Enough bars, so i don't end up behind em

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

You aint getting none,son,you need skills with bars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops