This is a song about "Bare"

The noise became over whelming for him to continue on to bare,

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

You appear as if you care

It's something i can't bare,

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

To best with ease, bare adjectives as fast as teeth, against enemies,

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Committed with my two bare hands to make a resistance,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it