This is a song about "Bars"

But i got so many bars

The you should look up in the stars

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

I don't give a fuck, like a senior citizen

Cant compose bars like this

But you hate them navel kisses

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

You cant even handle 2 bars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

What preceded was the clue

I spit bars all around you