This is a song about "Mid and bars"

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Your bars were cheap and far from neat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

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

I finally wrote decent bars and treasured mines

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

Pennitentary nothing but bars and you aint gettin out