This is a song about "Ar"

If you ever see me? i'mma be clappin'; the ar!

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

Average ain't up to par, you can't spar, lyrics are an ar

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

With an ar-16 and shoot up the whole fucking lobby

If i ever see you, i'mma be clappin'; the ar!

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

The, the, the, is the acta-cle in my ar-se-nal i start that flow