This is a song about "Bars of so"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Got so many bars im fat like homers belly

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

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

Enough bars, so i don't end up behind em

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

But i got so many bars

You pull up in parking lots

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve