This is a song about "16 bars"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Am trying to raise da bars high who's trying to jump nd get it???

Get burnt by these fire flame bars and then left in the ashy mess

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Every 16 bars i spit, man you know it's good,