This is a song about "I have bars"

60. my bars have been plastering,

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

You ask yourself "do i have the bars to fight this?"

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Fooling you with the bars that i wrote

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Indubitably i'm too street

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I be spittin the bars,