This is a song about "Bar code"

Run for cover and return fire

I now raisie the bar higher

His poisons are seeking, overheating set to explode but he's got the code

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

She prayed on me passing that bar

'bout to get my other car

If there’s a shining star

I walk into the fuckin bar

You're in a seminar

Waiting for me to raise the bar

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Don't fuk up today. that's not the code.

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke