This is a song about "Hershey bars"

You said that you got a+ bars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

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

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

I'm igniting my bars lately

And your readin my bars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

Reloading my bars like magazines

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I be spittin the bars,