This is a song about "Bars on bars"

And on his worst days, he's still writing bars

The you should look up in the stars

I be spittin the bars,

Bitch got all them booty shots

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

And your readin my bars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

You cant even handle 2 bars

8 bars on a mic is enough to make em tumble,

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

The beat equals the flow, one minute fast then one minute slow, putting these bars on show

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

? all white but the phantom is all black

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

You can see them at the bars, on the stools and turning.