This is a song about "Mid and bars"

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

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

Bars coming nice and fast

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

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

Lucky seven probably poppa

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

4 more bars and youll feel disgusted by your own raps

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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