This is a song about "These fiery bars"

I'll make sure these bars are nice, no rewrite,

Focus let me show you the light

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

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

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

What to do with these bars, huh? y'all say lucifer's hard,

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

So these are my real diss bars, now come at me cunt

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

So listen to my bars, i'm eating, these rappers starve.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Pastries,i am mentally scarred a psycho stuck in these bars like i got life though

Spent enough time writing these bars of mine

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine