This is a song about "Go write new bars"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Keep your heart, your will to go on, i'll keep these bars/

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

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

Go ahead defend , write a little rap defense

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

She'd be moaning all night long while you write a new song

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

"it's great, man i'm honest, now go listen to my new shit",

When you write your lyrics your going to go mental,

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

Every time i write a new flow bitches seem to get low,