This is a song about "Bars in school"

Writing bars down in these columns

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

It was my first year in high school

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

We raiders of the lost ark

Every kid in the school yard

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

I school em with my bars and kill em all like it was columbine