This is a song about "Your bars weak"

Your not gangster your just weak to the heart

I know my calling's worth like phone card

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Your #typical bars are simpleminded, your allowing defeat

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

If you want the truth from me i say your #timing is #weak

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Get on your knees,let me see how you get weak

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

You say your clever but you lyrics seem to show that you're weak

Dont attack me with your flopping bars,

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours