This is a song about "16 bars for eminem"

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

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

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Your bars are whack,uneligble for a track,step back

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

Like you eminem or tupac and stop talking bout your hammers