This is a song about "Cant bare"

It's something i can't bare,

Dont tie your hair

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

If i was out in the cold, i really couldn't bare

Talking bare skin cause i was shirtless when that shit occurred

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Vicariously get down to ya bare knees

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You're raps are bare there's nothin there, real rhymes are rare

Despite all his wrongs, i love the guy bare,

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

The shit is so bare, my diary aint even hid