This is a song about "Bad bars"

You cant even handle 2 bars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Bring that shit the fuck back

Times aren't always that bad

You, you, you have to pay for that

I used my rhymes for bad

When bret hart meet brett farve

I be spittin the bars,

I sit and type bars like everyday i got two girls and they all bad

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

And your readin my bars

Y’all only in it for the cars

Ain't even tryna hold back

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

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