This is a song about "Bars of clout"

My bars are so fly it's out of this motherfucking planet!

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

But booya booya boy 100 bars of death assassinate destroy

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

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

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Executions deadly i'm slayin' lots of bars sittin pretty with finesse.

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death