This is a song about "Spit bars"

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

I be spittin the bars,

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

She gonna dance when that molly through

I spit bars all around you

I'm so dope i spit prisons instead of bars if

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

You can't even spit bars so i'll end this shit tonight

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

I'm so dope i spit prisons instead of bars if

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby