This is a song about "Bars on bars"

And your readin my bars

You pull up in parking lots

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

It wasn't always a hit and run relationship

But i got so many bars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

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

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

I'm going 24 bars on this shit like vendetta

Real g when i'm spitting bars

The you should look up in the stars

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

I'da stopped there but we still on 10 bars