This is a song about "Bar"

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

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

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

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

I guzzle up at the bar

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Drunken bastard from a bar

Well, that's what you are

When i step up out the maserati car

Or party with your guys drinking bub in the bar,

The engine in back of my car

And once you at a bar

You get close but no cigar

She prayed on me passing that bar

Waiting for me to raise the bar

You're in a seminar