This is a song about "16 bars"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Got'em writing bars to send you the freaking penitentiary

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

It took you 16 bars to say that i suck?

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress