This is a song about "Making bars"

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

For making an asshole

When bret hart meet brett farve

But i got so many bars

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

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

You pull up in parking lots

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

A ghetto in the making.

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

Rawest practice and making

I was born to do the damn thing