This is a song about "16 bars rap"

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

But when he's sober bet his bars still burn like sniffing cinnamon

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

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

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

It's obviously visible that most your bars are fictional

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

It took you 16 bars to say that i suck?