This is a song about "Bars on bars"

I be spittin the bars,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Searching bars on my mind that i hopefully arrest

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

On the monkey bars, bars so sick it gave you sars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

On they twitter writing novels, see

My bars are like a store on black friday

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

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

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

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

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

But i got so many bars

Keep your heart, your will to go on, i'll keep these bars/

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars