This is a song about "Mars bars"

You pull up in parking lots

I be spittin the bars,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

Im dead, they're searching for any sing of life like im mars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

And my kick game beyond crazy

I'm igniting my bars lately

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Bars coming nice and fast

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

From stars maybe even mars