This is a song about "I have bars"

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

Fooling you with the bars that i wrote

Impeccable give it my note

Behind bars i sit, in my room i sit

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

And this will be the song that we sing

60. my bars have been plastering,

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars