This is a song about "Run out of bars"

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

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

My bars are so fly it's out of this motherfucking planet!

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

Don't tire me out if i run out of lines

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

You gotta understand my bars came out of wonderland,

Tattoo bars, that can't ever fade out

Is dc in the house, without a doubt