This is a song about "I get bars"

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I be spittin the bars,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Blalalahhh is all i see when you wrote these lame bars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Get the big picture im a slick trickster your bars aint sicker than mines

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

I switch to pistol, diss the system, niggas i'll be spitting bars,