This is a song about "Hot bars"

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Hot bars to enter train me, and a platform to express me

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

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

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Just searching for the perfect shot

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I though i was red hot

And sins we got

When bret hart meet brett farve

But i got so many bars

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Maybe this might actually make the night hot