This is a song about "Mars bars"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Bruno mars my favorite planet

My outfits come from mars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

You cant even handle 2 bars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Sb nike's, with the grey box

And your readin my bars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

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