This is a song about "Mid and bars"

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

And my bars are what they examinin'//

Sb nike's, with the grey box

And your readin my bars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs