This is a song about "Str8 bars"

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Bars designed to turn back time

I be spittin the bars,

You pull up in parking lots

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

And mine somewhere bout mars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

You're trying hard to not fuck up bars/

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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