This is a song about "When i got a bag of bars"

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Of bars apart of doom that had sparked when i thought of you,

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

The third one is mixed, white and black

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Bag of clips, i'm an addict, i like to spit kicks,

You can call me a prison, cuz i got lots of bars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Blalalahhh is all i see when you wrote these lame bars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours