This is a song about "Bare girls"

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Committed with my two bare hands to make a resistance,

Committed with my two bare hands to form a resistance,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

You're raps are bare there's nothin there, real rhymes are rare

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

I take em out their misery, make it harder to breathe

Haven't it already bare in the common thief

The drama i could barely bare it

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target