This is a song about "Bars on bars"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

You said that you got a+ bars

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,

I'da stopped there but we still on 10 bars

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

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

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Bars with ease got most if not all rappers on their knees

When bret hart meet brett farve

This is just a few bars

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

But i apologize for not walking you around

My bars on lock like convicts in prisons without permission

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin