This is a song about "Bars about wantin me back"

Hot bars to enter train me, and a platform to express me

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

You aint wantin the green,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Enough about me lets hear about you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

Thot it was about me all about me

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

Still they wonder how i seem so confident

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt