This is a song about "I got so many bars"

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

So many problems with this game, yo we got to fix it,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

So many leftover bottles at my house i got like twelve

Got a jay in my hand, but so many references if i may

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Cuz i got so many lines, i put some in reserves.

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Im wastin punchlines but i got so many to spare i just thought of another one that might go here

I been all around the world

So many mollys i hurled