This is a song about "Bars ours cars stars top crop"

Stayed behind the bars of the prison, farthest from cars n' the women insane at best

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

You're very attractive, and notice that

This world of ours is going to shit

She may not be blood, but shes still ours,

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

By spittin these bars, leave retrieved cars at the dump

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

And i don't make no bed rock

Maybe if i just burn this crop

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though