This is a song about "Xanax bars"

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Bars coming nice and fast

Cant compose bars like this

Niggas talk with limited service

This is like love, that you can never get

These bars just got foes tagged these bars hurt call the medic

This is just a few bars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I be spittin the bars,

The you should look up in the stars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Real g when i'm spitting bars

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

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

Reloading my bars like magazines

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans