This is a song about "13 and bars"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

And your bars will be a decliner

It's real dog, i live in the fire

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Only two bars and i've already won

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Bars doper than sniffing solid methamphetamine

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team