This is a song about "Your bars are shit"

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

Your bars are as simple as a 6 second vine

And your readin my bars

So she kisses the stars

You know that love is a very serious thing

Take notes please, your lines can't capture shit are you joking?

Your bars are doing war till as they spin too far but as they came closer to me

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

You are not a king or queen your real shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Your bars are pussy faggot and dead as fuck

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

I wish that you could walk that talk but your bars are wack