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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

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

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Try harder try better try getting those diamonds that stylist those islands

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Its getting harder and harder to breathe,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Every day these corners were getting rougher

Some harder shit, the bars i spit; compared to all these other guys

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice