This is a song about "Me and my boys in hereford spitting bars"

Y’all only in it for the cars

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Beat that pussy up and then i call my boys up

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Last thing they remember is me spitting these bars in their memory

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

There's no way i ever thought i'd admit it and say in my bars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

I'm vicious with the spitting, are you even spitting new bars?

Sending jabs with my bars they hitting hard and caving chests in

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win