This is a song about "Spit bars"

Just to make it in this broadway lights

I spit raw flames/ your bars aint sicker than mines

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I be spittin the bars,

Y’all only in it for the cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Spit a couple bars if they get a dose bet they come back

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

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

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

Some harder shit, the bars i spit; compared to all these other guys

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise