This is a song about "Kit kat bars"

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

The way i stitch like a pissed off prick rhyming shit with a sewing kit

This is just a few bars

Bitch got all them booty shots

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Wanna break ya off, come kit-kat you

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

A sedative saves me from a medic kit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

You said that you got a+ bars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks