This is a song about "Abuse my rap bars"

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Reloading my bars like magazines

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

This is a rap with no rehearse, 8 bars for each verse

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

Me im a vet in rap pad u a rap fad my bars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

Bitch got all them booty shots

And your readin my bars

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots