This is a song about "Got fire bars"

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

He's got me in the fire and brimstone

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Im opening fire awn,anyone and anybody,screamin out the got me,

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

With the bars that i've got, fuck a mental plot,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Got so many bars im fat like homers belly