This is a song about "Straight bars"

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

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

I be spittin the bars,

You pull up in parking lots

Loaded rifles, dealers ready to take lead straight,

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

You said that you got a+ bars

So she kisses the stars

I'm as straight as straight needs to go.

Turning to ground zero

Straight out of rap's fittest camps

Know it good when she go no hands

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen