This is a song about "You got weak bars"

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

I got so many bars that im gonna imprison you

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

These weak ass emcee's got me questioning my sanity.

Raised by a momma who, who

I spit bars all around you

You said that you got a+ bars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

You must give up your shit is weak

I pray the lord my guns to keep