This is a song about "Too mny bars"

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

You said that you got a+ bars

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

When bret hart meet brett farve

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Your bars are doing war till as they spin too far but as they came closer to me

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Reloading my bars like magazines

The you should look up in the stars

But i got so many bars

These bars but there all og

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

This is just a few bars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops