This is a song about "Bars and melody"

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Dying of thirst, been out 100 bars and running

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

So lets stand up to the melody,

Not the days he spent so carefully, crafting words to his melody

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And on his worst days, he's still writing bars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Letting the melody synch while i jot

Ever since then i had no job

And my bars are what they examinin'//

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don