This is a song about "Your behind bars"

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

With reality defeating n leaving scars i feel trapped like im behind bars

I see the tears hiden behind your eyes

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

While your bitch is winking behind your back

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Behind bars i sit, in my room i sit

Keep your heart, your will to go on, i'll keep these bars/

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

My speed is infinite double that and your still behind

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine