This is a song about "Bars hard"

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

But i got so many bars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

My bars are so hard leave you on a gurney

There's much more to life than just poverty

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

And your readin my bars

Its easy to master these bars, its not really hard

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part