This is a song about "Bars flame hard down"

Did you make your bars that great, nope, it ain't hard to tell

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I know these bars ain't hard, but i'm here to state the facts, shit

No longer with us; he's deceased

With bars and lines hard as a steel shield

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Some nigga fronts and acts hard, down 'em with metal

You wish your bars were as hard as mine

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

I ain't gotta try too hard to rip your shit bars, suck it

Writing bars down in these columns

She can make a pimp fall in love

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Its easy to master these bars, its not really hard