This is a song about "Meta got mad bars"

You got mad style and now my hands tied

Walk blind into a line or fight

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

And i got mad love to give

Which is the root of all negative

I’m doin well, i’m just hoping i got your respect

Cuz it's k-man, ryan and the bars we got left

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Cause i got mad niggas around ready to take the next hit.

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

I got so many bars that im gonna imprison you