This is a song about "Klondike bars"

Watching for the cops that's moving through

I spit bars all around you

You said that you got a+ bars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Bars designed to turn back time

Beef: i hammer mine

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

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

And your readin my bars

So she kisses the stars

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

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

You pull up in parking lots

I be spittin the bars,

So while the world goes drake crazy

Yo man bars part number three