This is a song about "Bar"

She prayed on me passing that bar

Just to let you know, you are

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

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

If there’s a shining star

Cause i'm raising the bar

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

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

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

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

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Your last man was semi pro

They setting the bar low,