This is a song about "Nutty bars"

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And your readin my bars

Bitch got all them booty shots

But i got so many bars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I be spittin the bars,

When bret hart meet brett farve

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

This is just a few bars

The you should look up in the stars