This is a song about "12 bars"

Your bars are as simple as a 6 second vine

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

His bars so sweet i'm just wishing he would feed us

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

Ill be spitting these bars right untill my last breath

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Y'all locked inside the bars like a cell up in jail,

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

With the bars that i've got, fuck a mental plot,

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block