This is a song about "I spit bars to 6th power like boron"

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Been trying to rap since i was in the 6th grade with the young fade

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Every 16 bars i spit, man you know it's good,

Some harder shit, the bars i spit; compared to all these other guys

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

When i spit the bars my nigga i feel the energy, the inner me,

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

For like eight hours i dominate with great power

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

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