This is a song about "Spiting bars"

Bars designed to turn back time

Westside, bitch i run mine

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Real g when i'm spitting bars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

But i got so many bars

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

The truth is just hidden behind some bars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks