This is a song about "Klondike bars"

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Reloading my bars like magazines

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

But i got so many bars

When bret hart meet brett farve

I be spittin the bars,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

The truth is just hidden behind some bars

Bitch got all them booty shots

And your readin my bars

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

These bars but there all og

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

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

Instrumental from lexus, change is what they expected