This is a song about "Bars are dumb"

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

And my bars are what they examinin'//

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

Sitting there sipping beer man i my friends are dumb but i love them.

Your #typical bars are simpleminded, your allowing defeat

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

My bars are so hard leave you on a gurney

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree