This is a song about "Im gonna spit this bar"

Im not gonna take this shit now

Will somebody please show me how

Till i hit 'n' then spit this, yep this shit's gonna last

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

But im never gonna stop

I gotta know if it's real or not

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I started this war and im gonna finish it

You raising the bar high? im over it. im that tall

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

Im raisin the bar, ya gna be needing a neck noose,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Every bar i spit i'm slippin in these multiple rhymes

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Im liable to spit cold fire

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her