This is a song about "Bar"

She prayed on me passing that bar

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

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

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

Just listen to this bar,

The engine in back of my car

Pulling down her skirt

Tweak the bar, swap the verb

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

You get close but no cigar

I guzzle up at the bar

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

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint