This is a song about "Bars on bars"

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

With these bars i take a piss on the competition

And mine somewhere bout mars

But i got so many bars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

You cant even handle 2 bars

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Aint no escapin my bars pound you on your chest like frustrated retard

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

Hes got the prison guards recording him as he grinds his dirty ass on the cell bars,

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Bitch got all them booty shots

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip