This is a song about "Spittin bars"

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Spittin written and forbidden lines

The afrocentric rappers spittin', blazin' chronic,

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

We gonna rise up against the best spittin verses and bars til we run out of breath.

With such an ugly picture in it and

Spittin' pictures, imagery irrelevant

Leavin' these rappers spittin curses

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

By spittin these bars, leave retrieved cars at the dump

And i ain't got what it takes

I train in spittin flames,