This is a song about "Klondike bars"

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

Cant compose bars like this

Cause bitch, i'm big business

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I be spittin the bars,

You pull up in parking lots

And your readin my bars