This is a song about "Spit more bars than you"

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I spit raw flames/ your bars aint sicker than mines

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

I got more bars than fully charged cell phones

At least after your bid, ain't no student loans

I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

I hurt you more than a tinnitus case

And any connotation is viewed many ways

Skills you lack is more than ya bars,that are whack

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had