This is a song about "Bar"

Slumdog far apart any sub par

I guzzle up at the bar

Waiting for me to raise the bar

And could i be a star

The hotels we staying in twelve star

So much hate in just one bar

U can try raising the bar but im passin the bar like a lawyer because,

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

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

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

I'm a fucking rap star

Just listen to this bar,

Mobb deep shook it but prodigy took it a lil' too far

It's my lyrics, my music, i'm the crafter and composer bar