This is a song about "Bars of clout"

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Spitting bars of lead, you turn them into gold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Murdered this dude in 8 lines, almost half of his fucking bars.

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

Rap bad now this has been 30 bars of destruction

You gotta understand my bars came out of wonderland,

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars