This is a song about "Zanny bars"

And your readin my bars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Yo man bars part number three

Or you'll drive me crazy

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Ex-convict but still behind them bars

I spit bars all around you

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Cant compose bars like this

His menace's confined in these stiff toughest #bars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given