This is a song about "16 bars"

It's obviously visible that most your bars are fictional

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Your #typical bars are simpleminded, your allowing defeat

You write hah that's cute i create bars that my pc can't compute

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

It took you 16 bars to say that i suck?

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

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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