This is a song about "Granola bars"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

You cant even handle 2 bars

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Reloading my bars like magazines

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars