This is a song about "Bare shit"

Boxed a square but his still bare

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

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

I don't care, you don't dare, for this pain you cannot bare

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

Had to bare it all, and continue

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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