This is a song about "16 bars for eminem"

It took you 16 bars to say that i suck?

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

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

You even introduced me to eminem

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Your #typical bars are simpleminded, your allowing defeat

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