This is a song about "Spitting bars rhyme swag"

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

My swag is to the roof

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

Bars, one mic, and their mine, i was made to rhyme

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Lady g, willy b in time

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

So you got some bars, you thinking you spitting heat?

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Started spitting bars since two days ago you know i had it

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that