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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars

So y'all can cope n' touch

Why i dont have is challenge

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

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

I'll give u 6 stitches i know u dont get bitches

And i be talking about me, i do this

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

U still think why u dont have any fan

These joints here not found at the mall

I dont have to look anymore,

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

U grimaced the minute i spitted the slickest bars to the limit

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Dont we have enough death , people