This is a song about "Bars"

You cant even handle 2 bars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

The truth is just hidden behind some bars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I'm igniting my bars lately

And niggas flashing crazy

These bars just got foes tagged these bars hurt call the medic

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit