This is a song about "Bars on bars"

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

When i set my bars on this frenzied fag

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

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

With these bars i take a piss on the competition

They all see my life from a childish position

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

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And your readin my bars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I'm spittin on these bars an from you i aint heard a sound

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Searching bars on my mind that i hopefully arrest

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

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