This is a song about "Bars of clout"

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

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

I'm so dope i spit prisons instead of bars if

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Rap bad now this has been 30 bars of destruction

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Huh, a metaphor of course

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

Spent enough time writing these bars of mine

And now these hoes are on my line

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

But my bars are so cold you gone need a pair of