This is a song about "Mid and bars"

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

And your readin my bars

When bret hart meet brett farve

And i'll address those fucking issues in the bars probably,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

4 more bars and youll feel disgusted by your own raps

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Black holes are a mid something about meta physics and science----

But if i flash to much/ i look to dangerous/ my mom knows the look in my eye, its lust/

Vaporize jets mid-air during firefights, my minds eye making lightning violent,