This is a song about "Hard bars"

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

And your readin my bars

You wish your bars were as hard as mine

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

And mine somewhere bout mars

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Racking these bars i'm going so hard rebuilding myself again brick by brick.

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Sending jabs with my bars they hitting hard and caving chests in

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Spit fire like charizard/my bars hard /i'll armbar this fake

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

With hot bars i hit hard- leaven your charred split scarred

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Aiming for the stars with bars hitting hard as catapults making castles shake//