This is a song about "Your basic bars"

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I spit raw flames/ your bars aint sicker than mines

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

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

I know your raps are basic

In the midst of a fire pit

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Like i took out portions of your spine you want bars

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

I'm from the ville, boy

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

While your basic skills are your weakness.

Dropping mind fuck bars and now your brains a wreck

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

It's obviously visible that most your bars are fictional

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will