This is a song about "16 bars for eminem"

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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

Complex bars are for those who can't speak it

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

Me and you i think we should ride

22 bars for the night im off to write

Oh i can't believe it, finally i'm battling eminem

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them