This is a song about "Deezs bars"

The truth is just hidden behind some bars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

When bret hart meet brett farve

This is just a few bars

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Bars doper than sniffing solid methamphetamine

These bars but there all og

Okay man you do the drop

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Bitch got all them booty shots

You cant even handle 2 bars

The you should look up in the stars

Been like this from the start, mad bars/