This is a song about "Bars of clout 2"

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

N ur bars shit!,so little brat quit!,,im up 2 slash ur ass with ma insights spit!,

2 g's? gotta snatch the loose leaf out of habit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

But now it's gone, the doubt in the clout of my mouth which can spout like a twelve gauge

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars