This is a song about "Kids got bars"

Nothing to give, we got single parents, ain't lovin' the kids,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I apologized a trillion times

But we still got kids with blades and knives/

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Now that i got these kids with me

On trial for possession of some chronic

Said i don't got scotch so my bars dont stick

You said that you got a+ bars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

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