This is a song about "Straight bars"

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

Ok you think a nigga shallow

I'm as straight as straight needs to go.

Thats why my flow flies straight,

She self made, i'm self made

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Where i could scream my bars straight out my heart/

We're goin' straight to the ending

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating