This is a song about "Bar"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

I guzzle up at the bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

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

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

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Well, that's what you are

So much hate in just one bar

Every bar is monumental

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Simple bar spitting then going home