This is a song about "Xanax bars"

And mine somewhere bout mars

I be spittin the bars,

Been like this from the start, mad bars/

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Bars coming nice and fast

Y’all only in it for the cars

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

And your readin my bars

When bret hart meet brett farve