This is a song about "Prison bars"

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

But it's more like a prison

I'm a son of gun

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

Be free in society or a prison mate

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

No more prison and cells

And if you pay for that yourself

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Show them that you stand out from this venom bitten prison,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,