This is a song about "Willy bars"

Real g when i'm spitting bars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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

This is just a few bars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

My bars are bringing fans closer

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Bars coming nice and fast

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Bars doper than sniffing solid methamphetamine

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun