This is a song about "16 bars"

It took you 16 bars to say that i suck?

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

My ability with brilliancy in my bars is brilliant see.

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

I school em with my bars and kill em all like it was columbine

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

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Got'em writing bars to send you the freaking penitentiary

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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