This is a song about "Bars of clout 2"

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

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

Its been 2 years and i got a lot of practise

Everybody listening can suck my dick in spanish

Spent enough time writing these bars of mine

And now these hoes are on my line

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars

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

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

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

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

2 decades of dominance came to a stand still

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill