This is a song about "Granola bars"

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I got a dollar and a dream

Spitting bars like a technical machine

On the monkey bars, bars so sick it gave you sars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Cant compose bars like this

Or know them testament verses

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

But i got so many bars

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

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/