This is a song about "Mat and his shit bars"

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

We got the shit locked, you it's up behind bars,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And on his worst days, he's still writing bars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I just did a remix this a tribute to his crew and shit

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

But when he's sober bet his bars still burn like sniffing cinnamon

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds