This is a song about "Spitin bars"

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Bitch got all them booty shots

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

You said that you got a+ bars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

A yo its our boy spitin the truth

Spitting bars like a technical machine

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

But i got so many bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box