This is a song about "Prison bars"

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Prison was his future , hes going down

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

All the girls really want is fun

Caught up inside this mental prison

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Cause they are too many innocent blacks n' latins in prison.

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

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

From hell your out of prison

I'm a son of a gun

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison