This is a song about "Spit bars"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

You said that you got a+ bars

When i spit the bars my nigga i feel the energy, the inner me,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

You cant even handle 2 bars

And mine somewhere bout mars

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

And your readin my bars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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