This is a song about "360 no bars"

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Aint no escapin my bars pound you on your chest like frustrated retard

These bars just got foes tagged these bars hurt call the medic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Ma rap make no sens .short line weak bars it's fuked up

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

I'll make sure these bars are nice, no rewrite,

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

You said that you got a+ bars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Real g when i'm spitting bars

And mine somewhere bout mars

And your readin my bars