This is a song about "Spitting bars with sopheazy"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Spitting words with wisdom saying fuck the system

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I'm almost done with splitting the track, at twenty-four bars,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

Spitting lyrics is an obsession, going with aggression

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Spitting fire bars similar to flames and napalm

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Real g when i'm spitting bars