This is a song about "Spiting bars"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

On the monkey bars, bars so sick it gave you sars

The truth is just hidden behind some bars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Spiting on, don't give him a hand, fuck him he doesn't got what you got

The you should look up in the stars

But i got so many bars

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Get you to heaven's gate when you hear my bars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox