This is a song about "Bars"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

You said that you got a+ bars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Well, we are the roses

Cant compose bars like this

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

But i got so many bars

The you should look up in the stars

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

You pull up in parking lots