This is a song about "Your bars suck"

When bret hart meet brett farve

And your readin my bars

Do your only hobby you do so well, suck a dick

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

You suck like a hoover, i'm here to end your term, sir

You keep changing your rap name like you're renewing your bars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Ur ass was roasted cause your rhymes purely suck

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Without the sound of guns

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Your bars hard as guards knee cartilage

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message