This is a song about "Bars"

These bars but there all og

Put my trust in my god

Reloading my bars like magazines

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

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

This is just a few bars

Bars coming nice and fast

Got racks you don’t understand

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Bars doper than sniffing solid methamphetamine

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

You cant even handle 2 bars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops