This is a song about "13 and bars"

Trying to get his life together, or what not

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,

Blalalahhh is all i see when you wrote these lame bars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

They behind bars like they was cooking amphetamine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Your bars are nursery rhymes,kindergarten lines

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

Fathers who have left leaving mothers or behind bars,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights