This is a song about "Bars in mars"

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Writing bars down in these columns

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Im dead, they're searching for any sing of life like im mars

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

And i'll address those fucking issues in the bars probably,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

You can see the range in which my bars are unbeatable

When bret hart meet brett farve

My outfits come from mars

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

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection