This is a song about "Dead bars"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Real g when i'm spitting bars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

And your readin my bars

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Like night of the living dead

You could say i'm friends with fred

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

There lived a lil' boy who was misled

Your raps are so brain dead

And please never disrespect my set

Back from the motherfucking dead