This is a song about "Willy bars"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I be spittin the bars,

Spitting bars like a technical machine

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

The you should look up in the stars

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Watching for hollow-tip shots

This is just a few bars

What you really feeling? and how you willy healing

With a note there and im thinking of reading