This is a song about "16 bars rap"

I promise to keep it honest

My rap bars bring up the twist

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

These 16 bars arent gonna get you life,you need peace

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

My ability with brilliancy in my bars is brilliant see.

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets