This is a song about "Abuse my rap bars"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

60. my bars have been plastering,

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

And your readin my bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Get you to heaven's gate when you hear my bars

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

My bars are hard 'n' fast

Two white cups and i got that drank

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

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

Even though i'm a victim of my father's abuse

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth