This is a song about "Poped bars hard fellings"

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

I know these bars ain't hard, but i'm here to state the facts, shit

When bret hart meet brett farve

You cant even handle 2 bars

You said that you got a+ bars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

With bars and lines hard as a steel shield

I am ryu-like to the fiend

These bars just got foes tagged these bars hurt call the medic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Im fucking talented, both in bars and hustlin hard

Bars so hard it will lyrically split ya kid

But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted

Racking these bars i'm going so hard rebuilding myself again brick by brick.

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick