This is a song about "13 and bars"

It's real dog, i live in the fire

And your bars will be a decliner

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

And your readin my bars

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Bars coming nice and fast

Blalalahhh is all i see when you wrote these lame bars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

4 more bars and youll feel disgusted by your own raps

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

And my bars are what they examinin'//