This is a song about "16 bars"

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Get burnt by these fire flame bars and then left in the ashy mess

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

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

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

It's obviously visible that most your bars are fictional

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

My ability with brilliancy in my bars is brilliant see.