This is a song about "Klondike bars"

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

Bars designed to turn back time

Guess that means you can never be mine

Bars doper than sniffing solid methamphetamine

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Real g when i'm spitting bars

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

But i got so many bars