This is a song about "Bar"

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Too focused, one word

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

Drunken bastard from a bar

She is far bizarre

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

I do not take offense he's just raising the bar

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I'm pushing too hard, stacking the competition up after every bar