This is a song about "I got bars like guantanomo jail cell"

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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,

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

You pull up in parking lots

But i got so many bars

I got so many bars that im gonna imprison you

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,