This is a song about "In the sudio writing bars"

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain

Writing bars down in these columns

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

And i'll address those fucking issues in the bars probably,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I see the world through prisms in the system from prison bars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

This blaze in my bars, needs a place in the stars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Go stupid in the booth and go so rude when i'm writing rhymes,

And on his worst days, he's still writing bars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks