This is a song about "Life behind bars"

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

We self-made but never is an i on the team

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

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

Pastries,i am mentally scarred a psycho stuck in these bars like i got life though

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

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

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

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

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

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

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Ex-convict but still behind them bars