This is a song about "16 bars rap"

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Bars over bars its like ima stuck in a lyrical prison,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Got'em writing bars to send you the freaking penitentiary

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Your #typical bars are simpleminded, your allowing defeat