This is a song about "Your bars"

And your readin my bars

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

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Your bars sound like u wrote while taking a dump

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

I'll rip your and your bars from limb to limb

My new flow bought hublots below zero

And your bars is soft like a pillow

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

My mama smoked so god damn much