This is a song about "Bar"

I now raisie the bar higher

Poke out from behind her

You get close but no cigar

Cause i'm raising the bar

It was low but now i raised the bar

See, i like the person that you are

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Young money, d-town's all star

Waiting for me to raise the bar

You're in a seminar

She prayed on me passing that 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,

The engine in back of my car

Just listen to this bar,