This is a song about "8 bars"

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

So she kisses the stars

This is just a few bars

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

You said that you got a+ bars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

My bars are bringing fans closer