This is a song about "16 bars for eminem"

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

No one puts their heart in these bars for a start, they be demeaning/

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

22 bars for the night im off to write

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

These 16 bars arent gonna get you life,you need peace

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,