This is a song about "Snickers bars"

I be spittin the bars,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

I spit bars all around you

What preceded was the clue

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

You said that you got a+ bars

And mine somewhere bout mars

But i got so many bars

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I'm igniting my bars lately

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

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children