This is a song about "12 bars"

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Bars so ripe their ready to be cultivated

As i annihilate the very thing that once was sacred

12 bars later i'm thinkin we almost threw.

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Got so many bars im fat like homers belly

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick