This is a song about "Nutrition bars"

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Bars designed to turn back time

There you lyin’ a rhyme

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Dolls that scrimmage for dick get the finish of nutrition.

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

I’m pitchin bitches thats dreamin’ thinking i'm trickin’ chicken

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

When bret hart meet brett farve

You cant even handle 2 bars

That's why i shine like i does

Writing bars down in these columns