This is a song about "Life behind bars"

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

This is to my unborn child

All the people you left behind.

Uh, this what's been on my mind

Leaving all this behind

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Who's behind the man behind the curtain? foxy

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

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

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

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Then found guilty, somebody had yelled domestic

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