This is a song about "13 and bars"

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

4 more bars and youll feel disgusted by your own raps

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting

You can see them at the bars, on the stools and turning.

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Fathers who have left leaving mothers or behind bars,

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

And my bars are what they examinin'//

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And on his worst days, he's still writing bars

Bars coming nice and fast

To reds i ain't know how to act

The you should look up in the stars

And your readin my bars