This is a song about "Sixteen bars"

Without a doubt, i was only sixteen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Real g when i'm spitting bars

When bret hart meet brett farve

As i seenobody cares about my history

Oops she's only sixteen, how fucked up of me

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Sixteen bars to kill a rapper? bitch, you do the math.

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

This is just a few bars

And mine somewhere bout mars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,