This is a song about "Too mny bars"

The you should look up in the stars

Real g when i'm spitting bars

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

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

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

The truth is just hidden behind some bars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Reloading my bars like magazines

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

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

Bars coming nice and fast

They got me trapped