This is a song about "Bars hard"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

But i got so many bars

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

You cant even handle 2 bars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Sending jabs with my bars they hitting hard and caving chests in

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Sb nike's, with the grey box

And your readin my bars

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

What to do with these bars, huh? y'all say lucifer's hard,