This is a song about "Bars"

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Bars designed to turn back time

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Real g when i'm spitting bars

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

And i'm still hurtin over pops

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Reloading my bars like magazines