This is a song about "Run out of bars"

But my fuckin laptop about to run out of power,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Fuck you over and over till you run out of ova and still give birth..new christ on earth

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

Run out of words write rhymes that don't make sense

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Run out of drinks, no complain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Don't like steel bars, hope that i stay out.

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

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