This is a song about "Hard bars"

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Did you make your bars that great, nope, it ain't hard to tell

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

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

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

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

When bret hart meet brett farve

This is just a few bars

Bars so hard it will lyrically split ya kid

I'm doing shit i never might of did

And your readin my bars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops