This is a song about "Spit bars"

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

But i got so many bars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Spit fire like charizard/my bars hard /i'll armbar this fake

And your readin my bars

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

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

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

This is just a few bars

You pull up in parking lots

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Every 16 bars i spit, man you know it's good,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Real g when i'm spitting bars