This is a song about "Xanax bars"

And your readin my bars

So she kisses the stars

Spitting bars like a technical machine

People don't condone what they've never seen

Bars coming nice and fast

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Trick trick got them passes

Cant compose bars like this

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

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Reloading my bars like magazines