This is a song about "80 bars"

The boa know they loving the crew

I spit bars all around you

Watching for hollow-tip shots

But i got so many bars

Bad, just like an 80's car

Baby, you know who you are

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

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

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Now hey little mama

You cant even handle 2 bars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I'm igniting my bars lately

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby