This is a song about "Bar"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

The underdog of the underground has come far

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

And once you at a bar

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

You get close but no cigar

Jump in a cab fist pump at the bar!

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

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Simple bar spitting then going home