This is a song about "Meta got mad bars"

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

They got me goin' mad, i'm knockin' busters on they backs

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

It says aeke is a mad fag-got, bitches

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Got mad rhymes that's in a strech jacket

'' you got no bars '' so your words no connection

Better or worse, the center of attention

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

You got mad style and now my hands tied

Or know them testament verses

And i got mad love to give

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

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