This is a song about "Your bars are wank"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Your bars are far from attractive they need to stick to trapping

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

And escape the bars, or write your own bars in this prison,

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Your bars are pussy faggot and dead as fuck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Your bars are whack,uneligble for a track,step back