This is a song about "Bars getting harder each day"

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

I'm getting provinces all day, that's my prerogative

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Each day i feel like einstein ,new rap theories i'm inventing

This is a rap with no rehearse, 8 bars for each verse

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

Every day these corners were getting rougher

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Each day n night, for the rest of my life,

Take each day at a time,

Baby you so fine