This is a song about "Got fire bars"

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Said i don't got scotch so my bars dont stick

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Fire in my chest, from the sess, got me flying

I got so many bars that im gonna imprison you

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

You said that you got a+ bars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

He's got me in the fire and brimstone

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

'' you got no bars '' so your words no connection

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin