This is a song about "Im spittin bars"

I got so many bars that im gonna imprison you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

With reality defeating n leaving scars i feel trapped like im behind bars

'face said "the world is mine" but he lied

22 bars for the night im off to write

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I be spittin the bars,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Bitches spittin their raps at me gingerly, smokin hickory, im a mystery,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Me im a vet in rap pad u a rap fad my bars

But im cleaning you of bars like chores

It ain't gon' be no back and forth