This is a song about "16 bars for eminem"

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

Yeah bitch this date's done

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

22 bars for the night im off to write

And if i want to go outside

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

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

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one