This is a song about "Create your own bars"

Own this life like its your own

So don't follow me home

Take your medicine and own it

The dead society of a poet

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

So find the ambition, create your own mission,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

You have your own opinions man

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Raising a kid on your own

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Become a historic relic/ own paramedic control your own anesthetic/

Look at wale and say you nothing but a biter

I'm taking up my own bars, you know that my flow's tighter,