This is a song about "Spiting bars"

I spit bars all around you

The boa know they loving the crew

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

You a supportin character im bashin ya in the head with bars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

My all gold rolly or the

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

These bars just got foes tagged these bars hurt call the medic

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Heard the sound of several gun shots

The truth is just hidden behind some bars