This is a song about "My bars are better"

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

And all my bars are dope as if i was actually speaking crack

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

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

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

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

My bars are magical like jesus turnin water to wine