This is a song about "12 bars"

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

On the monkey bars, bars so sick it gave you sars

But my bars are so cold you gone need a pair of

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Bars so ripe their ready to be cultivated

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Your bars are as simple as a 6 second vine

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time