This is a song about "80 bars"

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Humans are 80% water sometimes i think i'm jesus.

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I bet when im about 80 ill be crippling, but

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

You drivin like your 80 vehicle is slow to a crawl

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

And your readin my bars

I spit bars all around you

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo