This is a song about "16 bars for eminem"

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

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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

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

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

You even introduced me to eminem

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

This is a rap with no rehearse, 8 bars for each verse

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players