This is a song about "Mars bars"

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

From stars maybe even mars

You cant even handle 2 bars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I be spittin the bars,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

A chart scores as high stars and mars

I looked up to the stars past mars and thought what an atrocity..

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women