This is a song about "My bars your are weak"

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

It's obviously visible that most your bars are fictional

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Your bars are far from attractive they need to stick to trapping

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Your bars are nursery rhymes,kindergarten lines

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

Your bars are meaningless when they're compared to mine

And your readin my bars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Im weak, so are you, think your safe when your just confused

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot