This is a song about "Life behind bars"

Money back on my mind

Leaving all this behind

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

I'm chaos given life, my bars were born hectic/

These 16 bars arent gonna get you life,you need peace

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars

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

The savage life behind the mic, now everybody hollerin' about trill entertainment

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Stayed behind the bars of the prison, farthest from cars n' the women insane at best

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

I'm chaos given life, my bars were born hectic/