This is a song about "My bars are sick you bars are shit"

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Must be something you want me to see

My bars are so hard leave you on a gurney

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

And my bars are what they examinin'//

Hellaway can suck my dick, his bars are no good

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

It's evident, my bars are stellar cuz i wrote them spaced out