This is a song about "Bar t"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Westside, bitch i run mine

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Simple bar spitting then going home

And dont start it in a bar

I know i've came so far

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Drunken bastard from a bar

You know...you know who you are

She prayed on me passing that bar

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Hope my city is not too far

I walk into the fuckin bar