This is a song about "Rap bars"

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

My rap bars bring up the twist

Always ask to video chat first, and always suspect the worst,

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I be spittin the bars,

And mine somewhere bout mars

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Ma rap make no sens .short line weak bars it's fuked up

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

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

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

This is a rap with no rehearse, 8 bars for each verse