This is a song about "Bars but not lyi"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Well not the bars but that's how high i be

Its easy to master these bars, its not really hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Accountable for a half a million unaccounted for... boy

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

But when he's sober bet his bars still burn like sniffing cinnamon

Real bars im poor but rich son when it comes to spits son

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

These bars but there all og

Put my trust in my god

Your bars are doing war till as they spin too far but as they came closer to me

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party