This is a song about "Ruban dont got bars"

My driver's out of this world, you playing bumper cars

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

We dont got our shirts scrunched

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

'' you got no bars '' so your words no connection

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

I got love for bars even though i'm dia-betic!

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

And i got holy bars bitch, don't even try to diss this