This is a song about "U dont have bars sir"

The optimistic, pro on the lottery

And shit like u dont ever have to worry

Fathers who have left leaving mothers or behind bars,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I dont have to look anymore,

Keep coming back for more

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I dont have to look anymore,

Or something that you paid for

I dont have to look anymore,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

Dont have the strength to eat

The drug that they brain need

Said i don't got scotch so my bars dont stick

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick