This is a song about "Bars on bars"

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

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

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

I'm going 24 bars on this shit like vendetta

My bars are so hard leave you on a gurney

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

This is just a few bars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

You cant even handle 2 bars