This is a song about "Bars of so"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

My bars vaporize so call me a spell caster.

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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

Spent enough time writing these bars of mine

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

Now this shit is turning to a habit

Bars so hot can even describe it

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs