This is a song about "Mid and bars"

Stealin some bars is all good and fine

Chasing money in the city of crime

When bret hart meet brett farve

And your readin my bars

Pennitentary nothing but bars and you aint gettin out

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Bars, one mic, and their mine, i was made to rhyme

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Here i go again, falling in love again

Caught up in the rapture and gon' be 16 bars of pain

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

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

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