This is a song about "Bare bitches"

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Your fucking skinnier than the bare branches on a dying tree,

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Despite all his wrongs, i love the guy bare,

Raised by a momma who, who

Had to bare it all, and continue

Committed with my two bare hands to form a resistance,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

The shit is so bare, my diary aint even hid

So i banged for a minute

The drama i could barely bare it

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

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