This is a song about "52 bars"

And mine somewhere bout mars

And your readin my bars

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

You know we all smoke crack, weird

Have a crib, feel the breeze

Is it this black mercedes

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Have a kid, have disease

Flub it when whores wound down

He just throws it around

I got that mass appeal

Man it's cold as balls here

Rub it when you're downtown

Then get out your seat and jump around

Money in my pockets

Look, need to call it quits