This is a song about "Flopping bars"

You cant even handle 2 bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

And your readin my bars

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

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Word go get the bitches

Cant compose bars like this

I be spittin the bars,

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