This is a song about "You aint got bars"

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Aint no escapin my bars pound you on your chest like frustrated retard

If you aint got persistence say hell no

People love hodgy i hate you though

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Yofti! aint you so glad you got me?

We can never be friends

And you aint got no breasts

You aint even got a pack

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit