This is a song about "Yeah i like to spit bars"

Constantly talkin shit 'bout the next relative

I'm so dope i spit prisons instead of bars if

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

You was bigger than an artist

I spit like an old sink

Spit nice bars in my head than lose a battle cuz i forget shit

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

I spit bars to 6th power like boron

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Bag of clips, i'm an addict, i like to spit kicks,

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Some harder shit, the bars i spit; compared to all these other guys

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I spit the sickest lyrics, yeah i've got the pinnacle lines,