This is a song about "Kids got bars"

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

I got so many bars that im gonna imprison you

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

Only food accepts the fat kids, got nothing else to run to

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Bars i got them/if they want some real spits i got phlegm /top speed with my

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

Got their mummy and caught their carriage, damaged by earth's kids

These bars just got foes tagged these bars hurt call the medic

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big