This is a song about "16 bars"

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Until it opened n' he popped up with 'bars' that he's loaded with//

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

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

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

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Spit nice bars in my head than lose a battle cuz i forget shit

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket