This is a song about "Flopping bars"

When bret hart meet brett farve

This is just a few bars

If you ever feel alone and

Bars coming nice and fast

Bug on my window, maggot, you duck like in limbo, flopping

Better pick a better option before these nikes get to stomping

Cant compose bars like this

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Y’all only in it for the cars

And your readin my bars

I spit bars all around you

What preceded was the clue

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

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

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision