This is a song about "Bars of so"

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

So, i give these rappers bars, like the remy mensing guy

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Said i don't got scotch so my bars dont stick

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

My bars vaporize so call me a spell caster.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

So i throw a couple more bars till his fucking knees drop

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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